Dream: A Concert and a Robed Figure

There was a Dir en grey concert, and the band members decided to put latex masks on that looked like themselves. They huddled together (except the drummer, Shinya), and when the lights came up and they began the first song, the audience burst out laughing. But suddenly there were a lot of people on stage, with added keyboards, and the person in the Kyo (the vocalist) mask had drums strapped to his person, and played them as if the song was supposed to be played that way. It looked like the real Die (guitarist) was playing keyboards with great skill, and then I noticed the bassist Toshiya standing up front without a mask, playing between someone with a Toshiya mask and a Kaoru (guitarist) mask.

One by one the masked people removed their masks, and the camera zoomed in on their faces, and the audience cheered. Not understanding Japanese, I did not understand what was being said, nor who the people were, but the audience loved it. Then the guy with the Kyo mask pulled off his mask. I was expecting it to be the real Kyo, and the audience went wild. It was a tall man with a shaven head and eyeliner on his bottom lids, with a line descending from the outer corner of the eyes, and I paid attention to what he said but I couldn’t make anything out except “Kyo desu!” at the end, which he screamed with his tongue hanging from his mouth. The crowd absolutely loved this for whatever reason, and Kyo was still nowhere to be seen.

t seemed like I was on a balcony overlooking the scene, where there were cameras and light rigs and I went through a back door, where a team was overlooking the audio and video feeds on monitors and giving commands to camera men. I passed through that room, and a tall hooded man in a deep blue robe approached me, and leapt up so I was carrying him. I zoomed out the back of my head to see how he was hanging on, and his knees were over my left shoulder. He clung to me, and I looked into his face while he spoke. I cannot remember what he said (it was in English, and he was Caucasian--everyone else in the dream was Japanese), but he knew he had little time to unload everything he wanted to say.

I could hear a part of what I think is a Dir en grey song in real life, so I’ll have to find it. It sounds almost like high-pitched monks repeating “hallelujah.” I think the robed man in blue was trying to tell me about a ritual that was taking place while everyone was distracted by the concert, but I thought he was crazy. I walked all the way downstairs with his legs over my shoulder, and into a lower basement level of the building where it looked like the room had been carved from white stone. There was a large pool of blue, blue water in the center circle. There was also large cushion/bed, circular with dark fabric, and I stepped up on it, knelt very quickly and bent in a way that flipped him from my shoulder and onto the mattresses, and started back up the stairs, him still talking, but not following me. My mother appeared at the foot of the stairs, to confirm that she knew who he was and that he was, in fact, crazy.

The end.

So, the main things are masks, my being left out of what the crowd was experiencing due to the language barrier, the man in blue and how I ignored him, and the white room under the ground.

Through this entire typing, I’m pretty sure the man in blue was trying to tell me something that the “Illuminati” or whatever kind of local self-promoting cult was doing, and that his message was somehow specific to me. Another possibility is that I've been reading and listening to stuff about the Illuminati lately and there's no reason to focus on it to the point where I was yesterday, so I could drop it off and not really give it too much thought. For one thing, if they do exist, they don't matter a whole lot outside of this world. While in this world it might be a good idea to learn about them and their philosophy, mostly to recognize it for what it is rather than to be led by it. Basically, if you have a good sense of your spiritual self, it's probably pretty difficult to be waylaid by Illuminist philosophy.

Where I was yesterday was that I actually had a very strong feeling that I felt like I could see into this older woman working at a higher end department store (high end for Marquette, mind you), and was certain that she was an Illuminist--not a high level one, of course, but at the same time I was sure she didn't know she was one. She smiled and said she would be back to see if we wanted anything in a few minutes, but I felt that she wouldn't come (she didn't), and that she was frustrated, annoyed, and in no mood to be around people. Of course, the Illuminist thing wasn't because of how she felt, but it was rather how I felt about her. It's not as though I was afraid of her, I just wondered what she did in the middle of the night.

Still, it's kind of ridiculous to go about and get that kind of feeling from people. I guess feeling that it's ridiculous isn't my reaction to it, but rather the reaction society at large would have at me thinking such things. It does seem as though most people dismiss the Illuminati as ridiculous conspiracy theory etc. I wouldn't run around holding tight to the idea that they do exist, because they may not--but it seems more likely to me that they do. Anyway, my mostly ignoring what the guy said and dumping him on a cushion to walk away from him seems to mean either that's what I should do or what I should not do. I don't know which is which, but I do feel that I can't really trust my dream mother too much because she usually seems to negate my experience, even when it's true, such as when I knew I was dreaming in the dream, although lately she tends to reiterate my own experience.

The underground, carved white room with the pool in the middle is something that seems to reoccur, though in different forms. Everything within it is circular, the room itself, columns, the cushions, the pool. It always strikes me as an absolutely beautiful place, a place where I would want to be, and also a secret place, but I don’t know its significance.

And, my mother in my dreams is usually telling me the opposite of what I know is happening in the dream, although more recently she’s been acting a little more like my mom in real life than contradictory and bizarre. Usually, in the past, what has happened with her in my dreams is this kind of thing:

Me: “Mom, I’m dreaming!”
Mom: “No, you’re not.”
Me: “Yes, I am, I can levitate!”
Mom: “No, you can’t.”

Me: “Mom, my teeth are falling out and I need to go to a dentist, asap!”
Mom: “No, you don’t.”
Me: *shows her my handful of teeth*
Mom: *sigh* “Well, go take care of the gazelle [in the backyard] and then we’ll go.”

Me: “Mom! There’s a tornado! We have to get under the house!”
Mom: “No there isn’t.” *tornado goes by*

Me: “Mom! There’s a big golden bird in the kitchen and I can’t catch it!”
Mom: “No there isn’t.”
Big golden bird: “BIG GOLDEN BIRD!!!”
Me: *looks at Mom and raises eyebrow*
Mom: *sighs and makes to get off of the couch*

This happens over and over again. Lately though, our dream conversations have mostly been her knowing something that I didn’t, and making it seem normal or acceptable in some way instead of denying me. Now it’s a “I’ve seen that before,” “yes, I know him, and he's a bad man,” and “yeah, he’s crazy.” It still has the same kind of function, keeping me in the dream unquestioningly, now that her flat out denials no longer work in the dream. Some things have been done so many times that I know if my teeth start falling out, I’m dreaming. If my mom denies things, I know I’m dreaming. I should somehow set up my dreamstate so I know that if my mom appears, I’m dreaming.

Anyway, I really don't know what on earth this dream was about.