Date: 23-03-2021
This dream was very abstract and I only remember certain pieces of it. Let me see what I can recover.
The scene where this took place was a very large round room, that went up very high. I couldn’t even see the ceiling. There was a lot of floodlights up high or something, but it was distant. It looked very much like the Klingon Court room from the Star Trek universe. Its walls were also rough and rocky. And just like in Star Trek, there were rows dug out of the rock wall where seats were placed. There was an audience in the room 360 degrees round and stacked up on each other on different levels, as far as I could see. But the audience was a mix of onlookers, defendants, and jury members. They were all mixed, so they sat next to each other on any and every level.
I was seated on a wooden bench, somewhere on the ground floor, down below. As far as I know I was an onlooker. Someone was being brought to justice. I didn’t see a lawyer. I don’t think there was one. There was a judge, with both to his left and right three higher jury members, so seven in total. They were all situated on a raised desk that stood on top of a wooden pedestal. Any person who was being brought to justice in this court just had to listen to the proof that was being presented, and the ruling that followed it. But the sense I got from the atmosphere was not bitter or grim. There was understanding and forgiveness in this court. I think the higher jury members and the judge were Angels. There was something supernatural about them. But they were not without judgement, and they presented the proof and brought the verdict in a stern tone.
The person that was now being judged stood on the ground floor of the round chamber, down below in front of the high jury. He was dressed really well. I recall thinking that he did this to appeal to the court, but I recall I had an inner dialogue where I realised that it doesn’t matter how you look: “Under our clothes everyone is naked, and we all have to take a shit sometimes.” I also thought to myself that this guy must’ve been a real heartless jackass during his life. He really looked it. But before this court it seems he had let go of that persona, and what remained was a sad little weasel. He stood with his head bowed down in front of the judge and jury. In front of this panel was a table where evidence was presented.
But now comes the interesting part. He stood trial for something really bad. Something like corruption and self-enrichment at the cost of the freedom and joy of the life of others he cared not for. Something along those lines. Something that had influenced the whole world really really negatively, any way. A real corrupt and greedy bastard. But in this court, his abuse was transformed into a metaphor by the judge and the higher jury members. This made it easier to understand for everyone what he had done exactly. At a gesture of one of the high jury members, a piece of clothing materialised on this table. But it wasn’t a piece of clothing that was the metaphor, but the making of that piece of clothing that was tainted. That labour stood for the suffering of others, and the piece of clothing was the end product. When this thing materialised, all manner of things started happening.
The piece of clothing was weaved with many different colours of thread. Let’s say it was a shawl to make this easier to understand. It was clearly visible the shawl consisted out of many different threads, each with its own distinct colour. The many different colours were metaphors for the many different motives to create the shawl by all those that were involved in its creation. And most colours were actually fine, meaning those were good motives, nothing punishable. Some were truly good motives even. But one thread with a specific colour was the bad one. It was weaved in and out throughout the whole shawl.
It was visible on all parts of the shawl, and it looked like it didn’t even have to had been part of the shawl at all. This one symbolised the bad, and it stood for all the suffering it had caused. Everyone present in that courtroom, regardless of their role, understood this. But besides this shawl materialising, something else began to manifest. From the shawl led many different threads to people seated in the courtroom. They connected them at their hearts, as if the thread entered their body. But not everyone could see every thread, and everyone also understood this instantly. You could only see the threads of the connections you were aware of. These threads symbolised how other people were connected to the creation of this shawl, whether good or bad. It’s even possible some people didn’t even see their own thread, but everyone knew at some level what conduct they had in it all and to which extent they were complicit.
But this web of threads kept growing. The more people saw the more they understood the bigger picture. The structure of threads kept growing and expanding, and from the table at the centre it became apparent that it was a very interconnected situation. There were even threads between people, to showcase how they had influenced each other into the events that led to the creation of the shawl. And after a short while it became apparent that everyone in that courtroom was connected to this, with the exception of the judge and his six higher jury members. The biggest question of all on everyone’s mind was; who were connected to the shawl through the bad thread? The one for which the person in question stood trial. It was up to the higher jury members to figure this out now.
But because the structure of the threads had become so huge and was an apparent mess it was not at all clear where the bad thread led towards. Some people had multiple threads connected to them, and sometimes multiple colours. It wasn’t clear who had what part in the bad. But the answer to that came, as the high jury through telekinesis unweaved the threads slowly. And everyone present in the room felt a bit of anxiety, and maybe even some fear, because we all thought to ourselves: “Is it possible I have a share in the blame?” And as it turned out, that was true for everyone. Everyone. The bad thread ran through everyone in that court, except again the judge and high jury.
Not everyone was equally guilty, as not everyone was connected equally strong to the bad thread than others. Some had a bigger share in the blame than others. The man who stood trial was unmistakably the most guilty by far. He was connected with the bad thread from head to toe. There was no denying it. He had been a very bad person. But with everything now having been made easy to understand by the metaphor I actually felt pity for him. I too had a bad thread that led from the shawl straight into my torso. Because of this I felt complicit. I think everyone felt that way. I pondered whether if no one had connected themselves to this bad thread if this man standing trial would even have done what he did. Maybe we all created the circumstances for him to do what he did.
Analysis:
I can keep this short. Whatever bad happens in the world through the systems in which we live, we all have our part to play, and we all share in the blame. At least most of us. And probably not all to the same degree, and also probably some few share the absolute bulk of it, but few hands are truly clean.
