Last night, I had a very odd dream. I was standing in this line, and walked into small white room. Inside the room was two men sitting on a bench in front of a window with a hanging garden outside the window. The two men were speaking with different people, who were all laughing or weeping. I moved in closer and I recognized Allen Ginsberg and some fellow who looked like Ken Kesey but who was Kesey-Burroughs-Bukowski all in one. I remember Ginsberg was dying, but was perfectly alert and happy. It was almost a "going away" party for him--although somber. I walked up to him and embraced him around the neck. He spoke my name and said something else I don't remember. But, at this time, I begin to weep uncontrollably, hugging his neck. I can't describe the feeling, but it was as if Ginsberg (in the dream) wasn't just a person, but something greater--an idea or symbol, perhaps. (Hey, I have some very odd, disassociative dreams, ok?)...However, I didn't feel positive or negative, but rather just remembered I couldn't stop weeping and didn't let go. It was too peaceful. Very touching, yet disturbing dream.
Could it be that the white room is either 'mind' or 'soul', and these other characters are attributes of your own self?
Hmmm. . . The fact that Ginsberg seems to have become an idea makes you weep. . . Perhaps your dream is saying that you must decide which is greater, a person or an idea?
