Someone who belonged to an organization of people, like a church or political group (I don't know which) told me that I was "the next yellow one". When I asked what that meant he said something about a "blue one" and a "green one". For some reason I assumed he was saying that I was being given responsibility for some sort of figurine (probably a yellow figurine of some sort). But since he was not clear about what he meant I dismissed what he said and continued on (in my dream, though I was not cognizant of being in a dream).
A little while later, after doing some things I don't recall now with my extended family (step and blood) I was informed that there was a politician speaking nearby who was saying "something important". Even in the dream I realized that if a politician said anything "important" it would be very unusual, so I decided to go along with a group of my family members to listen to what he was saying.
We did not have to go far, just outside onto a balcony overlooking a street crowded with people who had gathered to hear the politician speak. I remember there being a woman with me who was my "mom" in the dream, though she did not seem to be either my step-mom or real mom from real life. She stood on a ledge next to the balcony that had no guardrail, so I put my arm out to help support her so she could stand there safely without getting pushed off by the people crowding around us.
I only heard parts of what the politician was saying. I remember it was something about people are reluctant to accept helpful advice even when they most need it because they receive too much advice when they don't need it. He explained it is like dying of thirst in the rain because it rains all the time, even when we're not thirsty.
After he finished speaking there was some general commotion in the crowd while people discussed what he had said and got ready to leave. But then someone started making announcements, which I ignored until I realized everyone was looking at me and the announcer (who I now recognized as the man who told me earlier that I was the "next yellow one") was pointing at me and saying, "he is the yellow one".
I shrugged my shoulders, which could have meant anything to the crowd watching, but to me it meant I had no idea what the man making the announcements was talking about. I did not say anything though, and instead I rushed down from the balcony as the crowd continued to disperse, and went over to the area where the announcer was.
I tracked the announcer to an office area, and had to ask, "Who said I was the yellow one?" before I got directed to the announcer's office. In this office I told him I had no idea what he was talking about, and he told me that it was probably too late anyway. When I asked what he meant he said something about all the people (for the yellow one) being gone since the last yellow one was no longer around. Then another man came in who I seemed to know by reputation as a Kung-Fu master whom I had respect for (because of his principles, not his Kung-Fu). The announcer indicated that the master could show me where the people were, and if there were any left. But, he warned that the area they were in was extremely dangerous and lawless.
The master lead me outside and I followed him up a street that lead quickly to an abandoned part of town, but an area I recognized as a place I once lived.
At this point for some reason I realized I had no shoes and was in fact barefoot and hence not prepared for a long journey. When I called out to the master, who was walking ahead of me, and told him that I was barefoot he pointed out that so was he. So I took his hint and realized that I'd need to "up my conscious awareness" in order to continue following him without injuring my feet, since the area we were now walking through was strewn with loose rocks, glass, and other potentially injurious debris. But, I also knew doing so was "easy", since I had trained myself. (It was simply a matter of opening a "channel of awareness" to where I stepped, and keeping the "channel" open while remaining conscious in other areas at the same time... most people can only keep one "channel" open at a time - i.e. being conscious of only one thing - but with training I had learned to keep several "channels" open at once... sort of like what an expert ventriloquist does when operating more than one puppet... each puppet has its own "channel" (or "conscious stream", per se), the same as I now gave my "steps" their own "channel", the way a Kung-Fu master gives the limbs of his body their own "channels" in a fight, so they can "defend and strike on their own" and yet still coordinate and work together).
I remember thinking in the dream that the master would be impressed by my ability to walk barefoot without injuring myself, and still maintain a conversation (to show him that I could open more than one "channel" of consciousness), so I told him I had been training in Tai Chi on a daily basis lately, though I was careful to admit that my daily training was nowhere near the level he must train. Just as I said this he veered across the street we were walking along, and said to me, "Good, then you will be prepared for a little therapy."
Before I could ask what he meant he climbed through a window into the backseat of a car that appeared to be abandoned next to the street. It was an older Impala (four-door sedan) "cop car", unmarked, but still wired-up with a police radio. The master got on the radio (which was located in the backseat for some reason, and made a "call" that I couldn't hear as I moved around to the other side of the car.
I asked him through the open passenger window what he was doing, and he informed me that he was radioing to find out how many people there were waiting for the yellow one to show up.
But, before he got an answer on the radio I noticed the car started to move forward and realized someone was in the driver's seat driving it onto the road. I "held on" at first, but then somehow I was inside the car essentially riding "shotgun" with the driver, who turned out to be an attractive but morose young woman with a short haircut and a stern look on her face... the kind of look that says perpetually, "Don't ask!"
But, I assumed she must know how many people were waiting (for the yellow one, that is), so I had to ask, "How many are there?"
She said, "Enough."
So I said to the master, who was still in the back seat, "She says it doesn't matter (how many people are there)."
Then she said, "It does matter, that's the point." At which point I woke up and found myself once more in the reality of a prison cell on Federal "Death Row".
It was obvious to me that what the driver was saying was that even if there was only one person waiting then it "mattered". I don't know what they were waiting for, though, except that I was the one who could provide it (whatever it was).
Dreams like this are significant to me, not because of any "lesson" they might convey, but mostly because they involve a clearly complex and intricate "plot" that seems to have been worked out in detail giving each event a meaning that is not revealed until some point later in the dream, if at all. To me this is an "echo" of how reality itself works, and strongly indicates that we may truly be just living in a "dream within a dream"!
- J.D. 5-31-2018
