Dream 2010.08.25. part 2

I awake in a grey domain of the-almost-morning time awoken by the humming of the storm and banging of the door. Slowly I remind myself that there's a laundry outside on the balcony which I left to be dried the night before. The storm is coming and the wind is getting really agressive. I am picking up all the clothes and then looking through the window af it was some kind of wall of water/glass transparent it may be, but there's a feeling in me , that this wall is a borderline of some experience...probably the feeling I get after that is also somewhat of a direction...getting the laundry back is like rescuing my house from the torrential rain when it was being built back in 1992 when we woke up with our parents to save the part which didn't have roof as it was being built...feeling I get getting the laundry is like rescuing invisible family which never existed, only to be reflected in the water wall to see yourself and all your life endeavours...walk gently through the gates of joy...

Dream 2010.08.25.

The setting is my family home. It is located in a small city which, when it's a night time, looks abandonded and silent. So silent and abandoned that when you leave the window open you can actually hear the metal clinging of the road sign which is uphill 350 metres set over the pedestrian walk. There are traffic lights everywhere, dim...
It's a little bit humid past midnight, I am getting back after a long bus journey home.
Walking downstairs downhill, looking at the clear night sky.
I open the gate, enter the front yard. Looking around for familiar shapes of the tress I have planted back in 1992 and 1993, now stunning tall...
Opening the door, the house is empty, somehow I feel that everybody passed away, I juts feel their presence. What a strange feeling...feeling the presence of voices, energies of those people but actually it feels like they are all gone...
I just sit in the kitchen, sipping the tea...
what is the importance of our relatives? Making it more invaluable by our recollections, memories, deep insight of understanding our link with them - part of our spiral experience, just one step away to grab the essence of being here...after all we are all alone, at least we are set here to learn how to deal with that...at some point...some time...

Dream 2010.08.21.

My last night's dream:
I enter the hall which is empty but there's noise all around which makes it even more surprising as there's nothing in there that could make such sound.
What I see in the distance is the huge stone Korean sitting Buddha statue which is starting to fall into pieces.
Seemed to me at the moment I was watching all this that even the most resilient forms of consciousness have to crumble in order to re-arrange itself to go back to the source and become a new form again.
For all the knowledge that we can gain in the process of education it seems that it may become unimportant and it really prevents us from becoming more tender to shape ourselves. What knowledge does is limiting, doesn't help us to acquire enough deatils in perceiving and futher development