I had a very vivid dream of the Foo Fighters during a nap today which struck me as very interesting to my current journey. I don't dream of the Foo Fighters very often, but whenever I do it seems important.
The Foos were having a concert and for a special part of the performance, they were attempting to rig up a way that a platform could be raised up electronically to bring them to a higher level at a key moment. What they had for a platform was just a simple table without electronic capabilities so they needed tech experts to support. There was one really nice guy on their temporary crew who was an aesthetically sensitive tech expert. He had made all kinds of extreme tech guitars which resembled clear acrylic guitar designs with intricate white geometries inlaid into them which all functioned technologically, connecting to computers and screens, doing all kinds of cool stuff.
He was perhaps also into acrylics in other ways in his personal life, as his daughter had been around lately, and her hair had been decorated from top to bottom with absolutely stunning clear acrylic beads to make her look like a divine being. There were two women in this girl's life : A nice mother and a caregiver whose character came into question in this dream. This caregiver was also responsible for a very young black boy who for some reason was also under her care and was part of this story. The nice mother had been working with this girl with the beaded hair, to represent her in a play as an inanimate object. She had trained the girl with kindness to act still, as if she was decoration on the wall, until the moment in the play when she springs out of the wall, revealing that she is alive.
For the work scenario with FF, the tech wizard was doing all he could to quickly arrange the rigging for this elevation setup. To pull this off, it would take quite a network. He had to attempt to orchestrate something special, asking this caregiver to communicate with some key people throughout her network. He was very clear with her that these people, in what he knew of them, needed to be spoken to in a very delicate and diplomatic way which would require special sensitivity, and with great respect, only then would they agree to follow through. His hopes were up that this could work. The band understood the possibility of failure and had accepted that as a possibility that would not be disastrous.
After quite a bit of stressing and working on it, things fell through with the network of the caregiver. This person was described as an alright person I guess in the dream. She didn't seem that bad or anything. But because of her lack of diplomacy, sensitivity or communication skills, it seems that she failed. It seems these may be special skills that regular people aren't expected to really have, but whatever the case, perhaps she was wrong to agree to help in the first place considering that. When it failed, we know the band was not upset, but actually the two children were horrified for some reason.
As a preview of how the dream will go, I'll reference this archive I recently wrote. I feel this comes into the story. It seems there was demonic sorcery aka brujería at work through the caregiver's network and this was resolved somehow by the workings of the band. What happened is, suddenly both the black boy and the girl with the beads had a major falling out with the caregiver, on an internal emotional level. They both went through a huge emotional strain feeling suddenly completely out of peace with this woman. Neither of them had that much of a vested interest in the rigging project working out but they had been observing the process, and somehow this snapped something inside them. Both children were certain they would permanently break things off with this caregiver now. The girl with the beads had the freedom to just ask her mother to fire her and hire someone else, but the black boy had to run away from home.
This boy was very young, and I was very surprised in the dream that he was old enough to drive a car. But I figured or presumed in the dream, he must have been older than he looked — at least 14 or something. Somehow he managed to get a vehicle and he started a long burnt out drive along rural roads to reach a new city where he would now live. On the way, demonic energies started taking him over. As he was driving he was consumed with horror and his head dramatically turned into the head of a pig while he felt a rush of panic. Thankfully, he seemed to resolve his way through this struggle and his face turned back to normal again. He then felt cleansed of the demonic energies. He was so intent to keep driving and he would not let this stop him, and he had made the right decision to push through it.
This showed that there was something demonic and harmful in the network surrounding this caregiver which had been keeping both children static within a state of mind of unassuming acceptance of the caregiver. It also implies that the danger of remaining in this cirumstance tied to her network could have caused much worse brutal longterm harm to them both if they had not realized the need to part ways.
In the end, this made it look like a good bet had been made by the Foo Fighters, a bet that they would lose out on the expendable rigging project due to this scenario, thus saving children along the way as a side mission of their concerts. From their all-knowing centre, it seems that they wanted the network to fail if this would somehow expose its dangers to the children, intuitively, allowing them to knowingly flee. As someone who has experienced harmful brujería, I find that compelling. Recently I wrote about an experience of this type of sorcery clearing for me by what apparently seemed to be the unseen practical actions of the band 30 Seconds To Mars. This is catalogued in my Timeline ://A\\rc)}’Hi\\V//e: of all our interactions so far. This dream provides a fascinating breakdown of how to visualize a scenario of this nature.
So many times I've had the experience of a sudden, inexplicable shift in perspective which seemed modelled around situations of this nature. The emotional quality of the experience was very comparable to this dream. If it was about the rejection of a dangerous person (which it has sometimes been), a list of oversights would suddenly rush through my mind — things I had not taken seriously enough in retrospect which really add up to show me that the situation has been serious and has worse potential if left untended to. At the same time, clarity would come over me about how to communicate this need for change, and adjust immediately. The speed and precision of the shift was not easily linked with any one more recent problem, just like in this dream. Perhaps something stimulated this review, like the technological project for the band, but it can't be said this would normally be enough to strengthen my natural thinking process in such a critical way. This review and calculation about how to make a healthy change seemed authentic to me, but the speed and precision was so unusual in this direction of thought.
Quite often people associate sudden eureka moments with spiritual connection. Popular Christian culture sometimes describes it as the heavens coming down to meet them or Christ, the angels or God supporting transcendence in a moment of healing. But for me, I have actually gotten the impression that there is a subtle reality taking place which resembles to me legal action. Imaginatively I have creatively pictured an invisible network of lawsuits, which take place on a subtle layer of the mind. In this dream, it's as if Foo Fighters sued the network for some hidden disrespect which was corrupting the process of facilitation from their tech staff. By suing them, they were stopped from certain harmful activities that were at the root of this problem — activities which had also been causing danger relationship challenges for the children in the dream.
The way I've imagined it, it's like the commercial success of the concert provides recourse to use in lawsuit organization, and this is how it was successful through the power of a band's need to ideally succeed at any reasonable effort for their production. In this case of the dream, it was understood that this endeavour was potentially going to require special skills from the caregiver, which one wouldn't expect of the average person necessarily. However, it seems that hidden corruption in the network may have been much more serious, making that the issue of complaint. Or else, just her agreement alone may have provided contract enough with the band through this system that it was at least a fulcrum for larger lawsuits. You see, the lawsuits I'm imagining here are happening wordlessly, outside of courts and purely within an inner chamber of subtle internal process.
As I've searched for the words to express my views on this repeating phenomenon in my life, resembling lawsuits of this kind to my imaginative perceptual studies — which have taken so many forms other than just this type of scenario — I've found it was very difficult to explain to the people around me. It seemed that openly letting the imagination go too wild might cause negative speculation, since this level of unhinged creativity in thought process is perhaps highly unusual, or extremely idiosyncratic. But lately, as this very process has been heightening for me a lot in the past while, experiencing a larger volume of this type of revelation and healthy change to my perspective as a result of what seems to be a much larger process surounding 30 Seconds To Mars, I've seen the need to somehow bring voice to this process. The latest revelations have strongly included the impulse to uncensor my most censored ideas, finding a place to voice unpopular opinions, wildly creative models and so much more.
The band Foo Fighters to me has always symbolized the theme of anti-censorship. I've found that their lyrics are incredibly well organized around some of the most censored issues in our world. Unfortunately, this is the only reason why I haven't written much more about the Foo Fighters. I've found their song meanings very paradigmatically censored, but with a strong push to help people unbind that limiting issue from their lives. The focus on comedy in their style seems to lend so well to that. There seems to be so much room to speak of censored items in such a way which pretends to be just kidding, as if it's a random type of intellectual humour perhaps. This makes it very deniable that it was a serious assertion of something one shouldn't be really caught dead speaking of, for fear of real dangers that lurk in our wounded society.
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