Turkey Tower

The following is another installment in the series of dreams with apocalyptic themes that I began here.

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On 6/11/06, I dreamt that I was walking along the shore when I observed super high waves. I saw that there were people riding the waves, like surfers without boards. One of them was wearing a T-shirt with some kind of phrase or emblem that made me realize I was one of them. We all were tuned into the same frequency, following the same calling.

We reached the shore at the special place that has long called me in real life. We were being called there for some kind of earth event.

Suddenly it was upon me to lead everyone, but I didn’t know where to go. I didn’t want to mislead, so I was at a loss as to what to do. I decided to silence my mind, follow my intuition and walk. And so I did, with the others following, until I led us away from the shore, over the road and across a field. Then we came upon a strange circle of stones and ritualistic objects. I asked those around me to stop and wait here to allow the group to gather.

Later I saw boulders moving up a mountain on their sides, so I urged everyone up that mountain. Then, in my mind, I decided it was a certain mountain that is special to me in real life. I am not sure, but I may have forced that identity onto the mountain instead of just letting it emerge. At any rate, when we reached the top, the world around us was transformed so that it was dark, red and smoky with volcanoes erupting all around.

But this latter part was abstract, or viewed from a distance, as in a movie. I found my dream self again in the formal gardens of a mansion from the gilded age. I was trying to find the secret to transformation – initiation. There was some secret word or key I needed.

People were not pleased about me being at the mansion. There were many guests about in twenties clothes. There was a butler in formal butler-wear. I was alone at a stone patio table in the garden. I found there was lunch there and I ate it, though afterwards I worried that I had taken liberties. I couldn’t remember how I had come upon the lunch.

There was some kind of intrigue with a dark secret and the couple who owned the place and a butler. I think the wife ended up killing the butler. This was going on in the background, but I wasn’t particularly interested in it. I was trying to uncover my own secret and it was of a completely different nature.

Somehow “turkey” was important – I realized it was the secret word I was looking for. Then I found myself at the top of a needle-like tower. Turkey tower? I thought to myself and then jumped off the top, sailing downward spread eagle.

On the way down, there were remarkable thoughts and experiences that unfortunately I cannot remember/make sense of outside the dream. But I do remember the ending: I opened my heart and by my own will dissolved myself before I hit the ground.

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When I woke, I immediately transcribed the dream to my best recollection. “Turkey” stood out in more ways than one. Many years ago, when I was in high school, I had a dream in which the word “turkey” occurred with strange and inexplicable importance. Now here it was again, this time as a secret word or key. Right away I saw “turn key” in it. Then I connected the tower to the Tower key in the Tarot and meditated on it.

Little did I know that I my own Tower experience was starting to set up in shadows and would arrive that fall.