More seepage

 

I was up late last night, and I didn't have many dreams, as I am also waking early. I had a bit of insomnia due, in part, to my caffeine intake yesterday. Nonetheless, I had a moment or two of dreaming, infused with the droning of my nocturnal audio programming. 

I was in a cemetery, wandering around, just sightseeing. This has always been a relaxing sort of activity for me, one which I have enjoyed ever since I was young enough to wander around on my own. Since I was listening to the Tibetan Book of the Dead while I was drifting off to sleep, it seemed appropriate enough of a venue.

I was standing at an intersection of the paths leading into and out of the cemetery, pondering which direction to go, when I was approached by the groundskeeper, driving up in his landscaping vehicle. I had the feeling I was being busted for something, but he put me at ease right away.

"Take a look at this," he said, as he retrieved something from the back of his little truck.

He set up a strangely luminous sandwich board display. It had shimmering writing on it, something ancient and official looking, like the Ten Commandments, I don't know. The image kept shifting depending on the angle you looked at it from. I found it mesmerizing.

I next found myself in the mausoleum. There was a small back room which functioned the groundskeeper's living quarters, although it was originally designed to be a museum-like room, built to house artifacts and displays similar to the one he'd brought out in the cemetery. I looked around at the various objects as the groundskeeper kept up a monologue that was beginning to have a suspiciously familiar tone.

"Oh, son of noble family, listen without distraction..." And there it was. More seepage from the Tibetan Book of the Dead. 

More people came into the little room, such as my nephew, Morgan Orrick and a few others. All of them were sounding very tidy and smart in their dialogue, since they were basically parroting the recitations of Patrick Horgan, the narrator of the audio book. 

Morgan was fiddling around with one of the VCRs that they used to use for public relations presentations before the luminous displays were invented. He became upset when he accidentally jammed up the tape transport mechanism by sticking his finger in the little door where the tape is inserted. I came over and unjammed it, which allayed his feeling of guilt a bit.

Not much actually occurred in this dream, and I needed to exit the Bardo of Interminable Lectures so I could start my Sunday. I have a google family hangout to attend, and later my friend Jason is coming by to visit. The land of the living takes precedence over the land of the dead.