As far as I can see, there are rolling hills. Complex machinery, with interlocking gears like swiss watches, sit upon the peak of some hills and catch glimmers of light that make my eyes burn and I recoil a bit, rubbing my eyes with parched hands.
In front of me, a building is shaped like a towering igloo. It is made of metal, with interlocking pieces of steel, aluminum, and who knows what else in a hodge podge of flat surface of various shapes and sizes that, as a whole, make a rounded shape, if you squint your eyes a bit . . as I am doing right now, in this strange, radiant world.
A large keyhole shaped entrance beckons. As I enter, I become aware of a translucent cube in the center of it, which is somehow radiating a faint golden light from within. Near it, emerging from the shadows, is a tall figure. It is humanlike but not human. As its details emerge into the faint light, I see it is made of metal, with interlocking pieces like a steampunk sculpture. It has long arms and a gangling walk.
This strange being point down a shaft going down from a hole in the floor and together we float down into the darkness. He shows me the continent of Africa, viewed from above as if we are orbiting the earth. I hear drumming and he shows me how the rhythms that were the roots of the music I hold dear emerged from communication between tribes. He tells me that certain rhythms evoked (and still evoke) states of mind innately. They carried messages even before the tribes attached shared meaning to them.
As we view this from above, the earths spins quickly backwards and we are now viewing cave men. Cro Magnons, maybe? We see these cavemen banging rocks against a rocky side of a mountain. . banging in a certain rhythm. It is night and the metallic entity shows me that the rhythm is in response to a certain flickering in a star. He tells me the stars flicker as communication from a higher dimension and these cave men knew this and were recieving this and responding back. The dark, tall, mechanical being says that the stars are a higher dimension pushing into the 3 dimensional life we know through our senses. He says the black holes are this higher dimension recieving back. He says music is communication through these portals. He says the frequency of resonance has a meaning we cannot know consciously, just like music intervals evoke feelings that are reflections of higher, eternal archetype powers. . shadows of their trying to reach us and help us evolve into their realm.
At this point, I wake up. Freaky dream that was.