This story is not about the movie but rather a dream I had this week. You’ll understand in a minute!
Unlike most dreams I have, this dream happened in phases like chapters in a book. It all started around 3 am, ending shortly before I awoke at 7:30 am.
In this dream space, I was very aware of my surroundings and the interactions I had with people. I sensed it as more a reality than a dream.
The dream started with me visiting a small community that I understood to be in the United States. I arrived there and immediately had a guide waiting to show me around. I spent several days in this town as my dream progressed.
My guide and I took in all the towns’ events. She was a beautiful woman who reminded me of Peggy Bundy.
The reason for the title Christmas Vacation is because the townsfolk were oddly like characters from the movie. A few people could be characterized like Clark and his wife, silly but in leadership roles. Everyone else took after Eddie (male and female), very playful and lighthearted.
Everyone was odd in a good way and as the scenes (phases) played out I got to meet many of them. I saw all aspects of the town, its people, its traditions, and its inner workings.
The townsfolk all took life in stride and leaned heavily on comedy as they moved through their day(s). Everyone was a prankster, jokes and light teasing were the norm, and yet no feelings were ever hurt.
It was a big town (several thousand) and everyone knew everyone else. The children played freely and no one was left out.
I sensed life was one big festival here and everyone played a role in bringing this to life. Work was somehow linked to the community and the enhancement of the town and its people. It was all about creating and supporting friends and neighbors.
The townsfolk constantly gathered in common space whether a park or a downtown square, but mostly green space. It was warm here so the weather was either regulated or it was summer. I sensed it was always warm but not uncomfortably hot.
Wholesome food of all types was readily available!
I realized as the dream progressed, I was being shown people getting along in a way that is foreign to us.
People joked, calling the town “Corn Dust America!”
There was never a hint of larger government or even the mention of other towns
Men and women were equal and many of them knew each other intimately. There seemed a common bond of love that we don’t know just yet. Everyone cared for each other and watched out for the children and young adults who contributed as well, but played much of the time. They were encouraged to create and grow this skill.
This level of caring was new for me and it wasn’t of an overprotective nature. It just existed and was known.
I thought about this new level of heart or love bond and noted that there was no jealousy or management involved it just was. For example, my guide had many male friends and some had been intimate partners but there wasn’t any heaviness associated with it.
This town was not a cult because there wasn’t a leader.
There were layers of expertise that were nurtured, for example my guide Peggy was definitely wiser than some.
Everyone played role and each role was related to expanding the potential of the town.
This was a normal-looking town in most respects. There was lots of green space and parks. Sidewalks were wide with lots of room to be outside in the sun. Everywhere that I went we walked. There were some vehicles but they were only used to move things too heavy to carry.
I got the feeling that every day was a holiday (July 4th maybe).
My understanding was that illness didn’t exist and I don’t recall seeing or hearing about doctors, hospitals or police. There were businesses and cafes and building like theatres but I didn’t see any churches.
Part of me enjoyed this place and was amazed by the genuine collective presence. Yet another part of me asked isn’t this a lot like “Ground Hog Day?” What about other towns, other people or travel? Are these people stuck in a time warp? A place too good to be true and yet limited like playing a favorite song forever.
What I didn’t understand and was reminded, is that to evolve one must step forward gradually. These people were not stuck but evolving and with each day became wiser (I heard about and saw the wise ones). When the time is right, they will move on to another place in time and become masters there too.
I heard, “everyone is wise” and what these townsfolk had learned and were mastering was peace of self and peace of community.
In the last phase of my dream I was heading to an indoor gathering and found my own way there.
I entered the building and it was a lot like an old roller rink inside just brighter. The building was round and once inside I noticed the outer wall and outer segment of floor turned but the large center floor stayed in place.
There were some people here but not a lot. And the inner area was a group of stations almost like an open office concept. The outer walls had some stations too. This was a very large building!
Shortly after I stepped inside the outer area started to turn and it speed up dramatically. I was feeling very off balance and tried to walk toward the center and get off but it was spinning too fast (it spun like a flat tilt-a-whirl).
Just as I began to wonder how this could safely end the spinning slowed and a new guide stepped from the center onto the nearly stopped outer platform. Several people were close by now and offered smiles.
My guide now was a younger version of Peggy and said that I’d done very well!
This was their healing center and the spinning helped measure imbalance. I understood that healing happened on the outer wheel with the remaining work (if needed) happening at the stations in the middle.
As I looked around and felt my guides hand touch mine, I realized a recalibration had taken place on the spinning wheel that I was still standing on. There was less density in my body and fields.
My guide smiled and without a word I knew this was the end of my tour and she nodded goodbye.
I awoke to the wonderment of what I had been shown and was later asked to gather my thoughts and write this down.
Here is the story of “Corn Dust America” and I sense there is much more to come!
TK
About – Tom
