NonDualistic

On what would appear to be an airline, but it is so distorted that realization of the dream occcurs. All that is occurring is teaching. There are many seats on the super wide plane. The outside cannot be seen, but the presence is known. Men and women are seated in this plane, but there are seemingly no children.
Chicago seems to be the present destination, but it also seems unimportant as to where we are going. There seems to be a disembodied conversation going on. It is talking about how it is unimportant to reach for things based on the worldly view of the individual person. Where you are going, what you want, what you need, all seem to be talked of as unimportant. These things all happen, just happen as part of the movement that is constantly occurring.
What one must do is flow with the movement as it goes, not becoming too attached to the components in the movement. Learn to live day by day, moment by moment, without being "personally" caught up in where, how and why. The person is a distraction, and all the wants and desires, attractions and aversions of the person.
The dreamscape shifts and We are on the ground lost in a wilderness of sorts. Scenery changes so fast. Multitudes of settings. We come to a river running to the ocean. The feeling is as if this is the way out, the way to where we need to go. Seems as if the way is already mapped out. As if we have been here before with others who have made this journey. To the edge of the water we go. Looking for something lost in the edge of the water. A raft of sorts, something to travel the river on or in. Hesitant we go to the edge and putting our concerns aside we jump down to the waters edge. There are pieces of driftwood found. As we look, they start out small and get larger and larger. Then the driftwood turns to bones, large porous bones that float. bones and driftwood buried partially in the sand along the waters edge. Seems as I am pulling them from the sand and throwing them up on the bank for someone to tie together into a raft.

All the while I know this is dream, and I am intently looking at its components for clues and to learn something of myself within. Here the dream ends...

Upper floor apartment of a two story apartment building. I am trying to repair a wire feed welder, specifically trying to re thread the wire into the tube. However the tube is coming apart as I try to thread it in. There are litle spacers and parts that the wire must also thread through withing the tube, but instead the wire is just laying in the tube next to all these that seem to be space erquadistant from one another. The tube is coming through the floor from the room on the first floor directly below. Trying to pull it free it has cut a groove in the floor. Someone appears who seems to have been trying to free it from below, but to no avail. Unable to correctly do anything with it I look away and the view shifts to the room in general.
Sparsly furnished room. Plain walls, average paint, no real color. Not real clean, it is cluttered with bits of junk and garbage on the floor. Outside the door it is night out. Pitch black. There is a deck outside with a stair case going down. Someone is outside, but I cant tell who or for what reason. Almost as if a narrotor of a story standing there smiling.
There is a tracytor of all things backing across the declk pushing more debris inside the open doorway with its tire as it comes up to the doorway. I loosely sweep the chaff back out and watch as the tractor seems to be trung to clear snow off the steps as it backs up and down them pushing with its loader. Its tearing the steps apart in the middle as it goes. I shut the door and view shifts back inside.
Moving in the apartment to another room I have a little girl holding my hand as I go. The child is in my care it seems and is fascinated with all the junk laying about. The room we go to seems to have a drain in the floor, which is plugging up with the trash and junk . Water is filling the room. As I try to clear the junk out of the drain the water rises, and at the same time the child is trying to play with the debris. I cannot seem to keep the drain clear while at the same time I try to keep the child out of the debris. While this is going on it is eveident I am feeling what the child feels as well as what I feel. the child is in pure fascination with the stuff, without judgement good or bad. Just pure fascination. I am at the same moment feeling frustration to some extent, and yet also just watching whats all taking place. I reach for what looks like a piece of old spoiled fish stuck in the drain, partly to unplug the drain and partly to keep it away from the child. I notice that that the efforts here are only succeeding in keeping the water at a few inches in the room. No less no more.

As I begin to awake I am lucind understamg this a dream and associating the debris with the variety of worldly concerns of the mind and the child as an aspect of myself, as well as myself as a Dc in this dream