Dream about Greater Boston YMCA Executives

I have been feeling somewhat annoyed by the management of the Greater Boston Y. They oversee about a dozen YMCAs in the Boston area. I applied for a job as Exec Director of the Waltham Y and did not get it. I watched as they forgot about me and appointed someone half my age to get paid more than I have ever been paid to be their Membership Director, and gave him credit for things that happened on his watch, simply because the things happened on his watch. I have been somewhat unimpressed by the people they have appointed. I have noticed how apparently, they (seemingly almost superstitiously) tend to simplistically give credit for anything a YMCA accomplishes, to some executive who happened to be in place at the given Y at the time the Y achieved something. About a week ago, I had a dream about them.

In the dream, I was meeting with about ten of the top Greater Boston YMCA Executives; it was just me and them. Sr VP for Human Resources Paul Mantell was there (he decides who gets many of the top jobs at the YMCAs in the Greater Boston YMCA, he is the one who gave the Waltham Exec Director job to someone else). I have never seen Mantell or a photo of him. In the dream, Mantell was about six feet two inches tall; he was kind of stocky; he wore a plad Scottish-style shirt made of thick red and blue stripes; his hair was thick and brown and medium length; he was clean-shaven; and I think he wore spectacles. In the dream, during the meeting, I was feeling as if the Greater Boston YMCAs were boring people, and I felt irritated by them.

There are various problems with the obsession personnel officers have with experience. I wonder if they even realize, that an emphasis on how much experience a job candidate has, leads to a de-emphasis of important factors other than experience. I wonder if they realize, that half the jobs are placed by way of connections and many of the remainder are placed as a result of experience derived from connections. I wonder if they realize, that how much experience people have is determined by the decisions of the hiring managers of the marketplace, decisions that can tend to be merely of average quality, or even worse (plus every institution is unique, different from the marketplace at large). I wonder if they realize that obsession with how much experience job candidates have, results, demonically, in the perpetual punishment of those who early in life experienced bad luck or were the victims of sins or crimes.

When King David was appointed King by Saul, he was 'merely' an inexperienced shepherd. When St. Peter was appointed the human head of the Christian Church, he was 'merely' a fisherman. When St Paul first became a leader of the Christian Church, his 'experience' consisted simply of having been a leading persecutor of the Church.

For 20 years now, in the upper right hand corner, there has been a quotation, namely, 1 Timothy 6:17-19. Seems to me, that therefore, Ishould be treated well by an organization like the YMCA. I have suffered enough because of the quotation on my resume. It's as if, like a classic British Navy Captain, I'm 'going down with the ship' because of the quote on the resume. But it does'nt have to be that way.

Dream about William the Conqueror

Last night, I had a dream about William the Conqueror (tommorrow is the opening ceremony of the 2012 London Olympics).

In the dream, I was one of a group of about a half dozen people, that included William the Conqueror. We ran across an open flat area in front of a cliff, while people were shooting at us. Then we climbed the tall cliff to get to the top. The cliff was irregular, almost vertical, it had dark green vegetation of various sorts on it. It was like the storming of Dargai Heights, which I had been reading about earlier this week.

While we were doing this, William the Conqueror was talking to us. He emitted a huge amount of information for every minute he talked; he talked fast. His memory and knowledge were encyclopaedic. He did not have to stop and think before saying knowledgable things, his memory was instantaneous. His voice was like the voice of this guy who appears on US national cable TV and talks in a British accent. His voice was grandfatherly, deep, somewhat gruff, but amiable. His voice could produce relaxation in a coward under fire. Not sure if my memory is right but what I was thinking when I awoke was that his voice was like that of the actor Richard Burton.

The Conqueror spoke of many things, while we were in the process of storming across the plain in front of the cliff and climbing the cliff. Unfortunately, I do not now remember most of the things that he said. All I remember was that at one point he asserted that men had a small penis like thing, other than the penis, somewhere in their torso; I think he said that this thing was in the area of the scrotum. He said that this thing was bigger in some men than in others.

Nightmare with a fun interlude

The dream I had while sleeping fitfully prior to the Tuesday game of Jan 17:

It was night. Me and Billy Devoe, who died earlier this month, were both alive. We were guarding or living in a large house, that was surrounded by plenty of lawn-type of open field type space. The house was the type that has a large ground space in terms of square feet, but does not reach high up into the sky. It was night-time, and summerish type weather.

The house we were in, was being attacked by evil spirits. Billy told me to go out into the yard and wave a chainsaw around to scare off the evil spirits, but that did not seem like a good idea to me. Seemed to me that the wise course of action with regards to the evil spirits that were assailing the house, was to keep on the move inside the house, constantly moving from place to place, and while staying in a space, staying in a space where I would be hard to see.

At one point there was an upbeat interlude that distracted from the fear and the gloom. I was in a very big van with Billy, he was outside the van, just a foot from the door. There was a nude young adult white female with him. She had long straight brown hair and was pretty. She was average height or shorter. Her body build was slim. She had long narrow slim breasts that hung down to her groin but not further. I was in a back seat of the big van.

She climbed into the backseat and sat down upon me immediately we were having DELETED. My DELETED inside of her, grew to gigantic dimensions while it was still inside her, so that it filled her up all the way up to the base of her breasts. I was surprised that she was in no way injured by my DELETED filling up her torso. I enjoyed her she was like a breath of fresh air.

Billy and I found two evil spirits around the house. One was in a dark green SUV vehicle filled with what looked like various cuts of meat, unpackaged. Amongst this pile of cuts of meat was a decapitated pig's head, that had been skinned. There was an evil spirit inside this pigs head.

Also we found the decapitated head of DELETED inside a big chest. DELETED's eyes were very strange: they were just whites of the eye, there was no eyeball in either eye. He was dead or unconscious. But there was an evil spirit in his head.

But neither Billy or me was an evil spirit.

The dream was strange, combining the stress and anxiety of being under assault by evil spirits, with the triumphant sex act with the spritely young woman. I was stressed by the evil spirits but not as afraid as I would have expected to be.

The dream described above was about a man who died, who was a friend of mine when he lived in my town. The dream is a way of me showing respect, as we are expected to with the deceased. I felt that censoring the dream too much would just get in the way, dilute the quality of the story.

Dream about the Beach Boys

I was outside the door of a room, in a dimly lit house or building. I opened the door to the room and walked in. The dimly lit room was squarish shaped, not bigger than a square of 8 yards length on each side. One of the four corners of the room was uninhabitable because of some vent or pipe that ran through the corner of the room. The walls of the room like the pipe thing were painted an off-white color, a very light brown or a very slightly dark white.

Inside the room, two of the 'Beach Boys' (famous & excellent singing group first formed in the 1960s), were lying on their backs on beds. I did not know which two they were. One was on a bed next to the wall to my left, with his feet facing towards me. I did'nt get a good look at the other, but he was lying on a bed next to the far wall, with his head closer to the other Beach Boy than his feet. The two Beach Boys and I were the only people in the room.

Both of the Beach Boys were tall, about six and a half feet tall. The one whose bed was near the wall on my left, the one I got a better look at, looked a little like Dan Ehnbom, but the hair on his head and trimmed beard was lighter than Ehnbom's. In the darkness it was hard to tell if his hair-color was gray or white or yellow or what kind of mix of the three. In the dim light he looked older than Ehnbom and not as healthy. He was wearing a rain-hat that was a light gray or light brown color, which made his face harder to see due to the shadow it cast.

When I walked into the room, one of them, not sure which, said to me, 'you're beautiful'. I did'nt say anything in response.

One of them, not sure which, told me that I was a cousin of theirs; he said, 'you're a cousin'. Again I said nothing in response. Either that or it was common knowledge amongst us three that I was a cousin of theirs.

One of the Beach Boys had a transparent bag of the type used to store food in refrigerators, that had about an ounce of marijuana in it. This marijuana was an unusual uncommon type of marijuana. All of it was in the form of buds shaped like an oversized almond, a dark green color, and moist and sticky not dry.

They rolled up a 'joint' of this healthy and special high-class marijuana and smoked it with me. Then they left the dimly lit room, and began walking somewhere, down a dimly lit indoor hallway. I did'nt know where they were going, but I quietly walked along with them.

As he walked down the hallway, the Beach Boy who looked a little like Ehnbom, was wearing a light-brown overcoat of the type worn in cool to cold weather; in his right hand he carried a brown paper bag of the type grocery stores use, that had handles at the top. Both of the Beach Boys seemed tired, as if they were getting on in years.

Huge Church Building Contains a Peace that Transcends all Human Misfortunes -- a Dream

Early in the morning of July 3 2011, I sent an email to Boston Pops conductor Keith Lockhart; the email was cc'd to some important people who will play an important role in the Boston 4th of July 2011 celebrations. Then in the afternoon I took a nap. While I was napping, the radio in the radio-alarm-clock started playing. It was tuned to 96.9 FM in the Boston area (accidentally, I find it difficult to choose what station it is on); some kind of talk show was on, the reception was staticky. The volume was loud enough to be heard, but not loud enough to wake me up. I suspect that the noise of the radio had some impact on the dream I had, which ended at 3:19 PM on July 3rd.

In the dream:

I was walking down a road outside of Allahabad, India. Sasanka was walking with me. He was wearing the Indian loose white pajamas type clothing. We got to what seemed to be some kind of guest house and rested.

Looking outside the window, I could see what looked like boulders about 50 to 100 feet high, that had an approximately rectangular but jagged shape, sticking out of the flat plains off in the distance. I could also see, what looked like a gigantic church building that in terms of architectural style, combined Gothic and Byzantine characteristics; somehow I could tell that the dome roof of the building was approx at least a half a mile wide in diameter. Best I can recall, the huge dome of the building was a light green color.

The huge building which looked like a Gothic/Byzantine Church, was shaped like a cylinder topped by a dome. The cylinder shaped walls were made out of some dark, almost black colored stone. The cylinder shaped walls had tall, high narrow rectangular shaped structures sticking out ot the wall; these rectangular shaped structures ended at the top in a shape like a narrow pointed arch; it was these things sticking out of the wall that gave the building an architecturally gothic look.

The top of the awesome, enormous church-like building was shaped like a dome, like one half of a sphere or ball. at the base of the dome, where the dome met the wall, there were what looked like dark gigantic precious stones; I was not sure if these stone like things were shaded windows.

The fantastic building was far off in the distance but it seemed, somehow I could tell, that the diameter of the dome at the top was at least half a mile.

Whenever I gazed at this huge building, I felt in myself the presence of a peace of mind that transcended all human misfortune. It was a peace of mind that would be accessible, no matter what misfortune afflicted me or the world. Hence repeatedly my gaze was drawn to the huge building and my mind repeatedly became absorbed in the special peace of mind that came to me when I looked at it. As I stared at the building, sometimes its walls would change in color from dark, almost black, to a light-brown sand color.

After a while I realized that this huge building, was an architectural representation in stone of my face and my head. The presence of a human face was not obvious, there were no mouth or ears drawn into the walls, but I could somehow tell what the building represented and resembled nevertheless. It represented what my face and head look like in the most recent photo of myself that I placed in the January 13, 2011 entry of my sports log. I could see the same curvature of my face and head seen in the January 13 photo, in the dome like roof of the awesome building. I could see that the huge precious stones that may have been windows, represented my eyes. But I felt no pride, or arrogance, or conceit.

When I was not absorbed in looking at the gigantic magnificent Byzantine-Gothic looking Church, I was interacting with and observing the people around me. I was in an Indian public housing building, that was subsidized by the Indian government. It was not dirty or poor looking; but the rooms were somewhat small. There were colorful carpets on the floor, colorful curtains, colorful wall-hangings. There were many rooms shared in common by the occupants of the building, who were mostly Asian-Indian. Seemed about 25-75 people lived in the building. They were non-violent and law-abiding, but they were always in a bad mood, squabbling with each other; seemed alot of them were from Southern India; I was thinking, that the people in North India are nicer; in the dream it seemed as if Allahabad was a south Indian city.

Attempting to reduce the level of squabbling, I told one of them, that the Muslims, Jews, and Christians are all 'people of the book'.

At one point I encountered a woman who looked somewhat like Vandita, but taller, in a hall. I told her that I was in soccer becoming like a Pele; she scoffed at me.

There were some details in the dream that I don't remember. I woke up and could hear the radio playing and felt as if it had influenced the content of the dream. The people talking in the radio show seemed ill-tempered and quarrelsome like the Indians in the public housing.

@2011 David Virgil Hobbs