I’m not exactly sure how it began, but in the beginning I was doing something with cars.  I was somewhere open like a huge parking lot, and there was some evaluation process of hyper-cars, like a Mercedes prototype, and Formula 1’s living legend, superstar, multi-time world champion, Lewis Hamilton was driving it around, putting it through its paces.  There was the idea of a formal comparison between the car he was in and some other competitor’s version.  There was also a simultaneous awareness of some other particular guy, but he was peripheral and remote, like on-line only.  It was like I could observe him physically; he was in his 40’s and bald. Then I got some details about a computer trading program that he had posted the code for, so that others could download it.  There was a bit of a process required to access the code; one had to submit a number for the particular version of the programming software, like version 1, 2, or 3, etc, then also include something else on another line, and finally one’s name or contact email so he knew where to send the file.  I recall thinking about the potential application value of his program for my own project.  I didn’t assume that it did exactly what I intended to do with my own program, but I thought I might be able to learn by analyzing its construction.  So I submitted for it and then received a link to access it; the first thing I saw was a type of visualization of how it worked.  There was some similarity/familiarity with my own project, enough that I considered what I observed to be relevant– just from seeing how the calculation schema for defining and charting a range.  So that was encouraging, and I considered re-submitting for the version #3 because that’s the version I was familiar with, which would make utilizing some pieces for my own project more efficient.  

As that was going, however, the scene transitioned to being outside somewhere. There was a grassy area, and maybe some soccer was being played.  It was all informal.  Suddenly I came upon a hole in the ground.  The ball, or maybe a frisbee, landed down in a ditch, then I discovered the ditch was a deeper hole, then I could see how much further the hole went, and it opened into a huge underground area.  At first I was apprehensive, thinking maybe there were some feisty animals or gremlins down there, but then saw that it was all sort of clean and open and well-lit, so it seemed safe enough to venture into.  I was excited to have found it because it seemed to spark a memory of a familiar dream, so I became focused on taking pictures around the ‘entry’ area, from up-close and from some elevated distance, in an effort to thoroughly document the ‘site’ and hopefully find the alignment with it and whatever was happening on the price chart.  I had some ideas already about price going down into an underground earthen area, so I was excited about getting clues about what was coming next in the price action sequence.

I went back into the underground area to explore, and was surprised by how expansive it was and how much freedom was there to move around.  I was essentially flying around, just in a bit of awe about how this whole “Stranger Things”-esque underground world was there and just somewhat accessible, but up until then mostly hidden or unknown.  At first it was just me there by myself, maybe as a type of guide for others– maybe there were other people who had followed me but they were peripheral at that point.  I turned to go out so I could find others to bring in and show them what I’d found, then saw some ‘people’ flying around who weren’t typical humans.  They kind of floated through the space; they had a softly lit auric field around them.  As I looked closely at a few male examples, I initially felt a bit of negative judgement toward them as they looked like ‘mouth-breathers’– that often out-of-shape, bad hair-cut, slack-jawed, dull-faced, slow-witted type of person.  Despite that, I thought their presence was indicative of being in a ‘spirit’ realm; it didn’t feel ‘alien’; it felt like they were just very gentle and shy.  They didn’t seem so much as being of a different species, but I still had a reflexive stream of thought about the Western military mind’s estimation of how easy it would be to dominate them if necessary.  Then I had a spontaneous idea to reach for some sustenance, and suddenly a package of meat appeared and moved toward my hand.  It made me realize there was some extra ‘manifesting’ capability in this space, so I decided to stay for a bit longer.

There was a transition to suddenly being put into groups.  I was with a couple girls, one of whom appeared to be the group-leader, orientation-giver.  She looked at some details in my file, then expressed some surprise: “Wow, you’re in Idaho already?!” It became clear that there was some kind of partitioning of classes within this place that was like the ‘general’ versus ‘advanced’ track/curriculum– or maybe I’d already qualified into level-2 when the vast majority start at level-1.  I seemed to gather or overhear discussion about the numbers of people in the program, and the split was 20-something people in the ‘general’/level-1 class, and I was the one in the Idaho class, and that seemed remarkable to her.  Obviously, however, I didn’t have any further knowledge of the extent of the program/school; I just was where I was.

I then heard the phrase uttered, in cognitive-audio. “All the women here are beautiful.”

So then a question was posed to get the conversation started.  The girl asked us, “What’s it like being the smartest/most intelligent person on earth?”  I said “I wouldn’t know.”  It was like she was trying to establish a premise for this conversation, and I was reluctant to go that far, even though I felt at-home or appropriately in the ‘advanced’ class, I certainly didn’t believe I was the “most…” So I guess this wasn’t so much a test of humility as much as an ‘opener’ for this group’s conversation.  She then mentioned two things that she mentioned were a type of negative side-effect of being in this particular “most…” category: 1_______, and 2) some sexual limitations.  I don’t remember the exact terms but would characterize it more as a lack of fullness or limited opportunity for exploration rather than a tendency toward dysfunction.  (The first element, I’d guess, was loneliness, but I can’t remember whether she said that or if I’m projecting now.)  In consideration of her statement, and the apparent invitation to share our individual perspective on this/these issues, I did a mental check and somewhat constructed the idea of what to share.  I never got to share my response, however, but I suppose that in my idea was some acknowledgement of there being admitted frustration and disappointment in the sexual aspect at times.  I didn’t articulate it, but I also seemed to want to deny the assertion that it had been something very much lost or unknown, as I recalled some particularly nice experience, and some very pleasing sexual ‘way’ with one or two particular partners.  So, I guess my short answer would have been “Fair enough,” in responding to her comment.

Then the scene started shifting around us.  More people became present; it became a larger group conversation, and it went from outside to inside.  Suddenly there was a ‘man your battle-stations’ moment, where everyone’s attention turned from inside the center of the group to outside the circle, focusing outwardly on the instrumentation on the room’s interior walls– they were busy taking readings of the dials and gauges.  Then things calmed down and it went back to a group conversation, and the topic became fluid, as different people spoke, the ‘point’ wandered.  I felt like the question had been explicitly posed to me, but the intensity of that prior moment had etcha-sketched it. I was looking for an opportunity to insert my reply into the conversation without interrupting anyone, but by then the topic had morphed such that it no longer seemed relevant, so that felt a bit frustrating.  One of the guys looked at me as I guess the read on my face was “Where did that conversation go?” and his response was that it was just now gone.

When the conversation came to rest, I attempted to bring it up, but before I got into it, one of the guys said “You want to go back to THAT, so soon?”– sort of implying the whole idea of once something is called up and then passes, probably better to give it time and space before going for it again, such that the opportunity is there for development in the interim, in which case the next time the topic resurfaced it could be experienced as something new.  I tried to assert that it was still unfinished, something left open– there was the time of first posing, which I’d call Round 1, then a second attempt, which I’d call 2.a, and so now this was 2.b.  So in my mind because of the lack of fullness of the original exchange, I felt like whatever I was wanting to express had not yet been brought to fullness, so that’s all that I was wanting.  So then it was 2.b — or not 2.b…

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