In the dream, I first approach my destination through very banal
means: I’m on a bus with Alfonso, apparently nearing my high school.
I’ve told the driver where I’m going. I prefer to get out sooner and
walk but he refuses to pull over and let me out before we’ve arrived
there. This irritates me. I take advantage of some opportunity, perhaps
a red light, to open the door myself and get out, leaving Alfonso
behind. I then enter a passage leading underground. I descend further
and eventually reach an underground train (more like the shuttles found
in airports than a city subway train). I expect it to take me to my
destination, which lies in South America. It doesn’t–something
unexpected brings the train to a halt before we get there. But somehow
I get there anyway. My journey terminates at a very modern-looking
building–solid, marble walls, many straight angles, subdued colours
and imposing dimensions. This building houses ancient, sacred objects,
excavated in Israel and Syria and sent here to South America. There are
several levels. Each one looks out onto those below and to what lies
beyond the structure. Although the building seems to be an independent
structure, it isn’t in open space. Rather, my whole voyage has
transpired in an underground complex. I don’t see open sky at any point
after going underground. I ascend on an escalator to the first floor,
which is several meters above the ground level I walked. I don’t recall
if I see the sacred objects. What I do find is some sort of library,
with books on plinths rather than on shelves. I find a book there by
Rudolph Steiner. (Note: in waking life, I noticed one of Steiner’s
works at my prof’s house last night, just to the left of Thomas Mann. I
guess my mind incorporated this into the dream.)