The first dream was about a trip to Mars. (I had been reading an article on this in Discover.) I went as a tourist with a group of others. When we got there, we were shown the very laborious ways in which settlers already there were trying to carry on agriculture. Then it was time to go home. I urged some of my friends to be first in line, so that we would get on the first ferry. (Several were required to get us all home.) But no ferries were coming for a long time. Finally it was announced that there had been trouble getting the first one to take off from Earth. And now it was too late. “The window of opportunity” was gone: Earth and Mars had moved too far apart. We would have to wait for 7 years for the next opportunity. We all sat there stunned. It seemed that we would have to engage in that same kind of laborious agriculture we had just witnessed, when all of us were thinking “I would NEVER want to have to do THAT!” We sat in the big waiting room, and soft music began to play. A young woman minister who had been so optimistic and hopeful started to speak to us, but when the music played the tune “cool clear water” she dissolved in tears.

The second dream was about a trial. There was one judge, two assistant judges flanking him on each side, and the accused. (I never knew what his crime was. It was like a Kafka trial.) I was there as an observer or reporter. The stern old judge pronounced the death sentence. The accused (who looked a bit like my friend Alan Phillips) said he would appeal. The judge said there would be no appeal, and in fact the death sentence was to be carried out right away, within minutes. The trial was conducted in the open, on top of a small hill. The accused ran off down the hill intending to escape. But the two assistant judges called to him: “Come back! We will not agree to the judge’s sentence, and we are the majority.” The accused came back. But the chief judge objected, claiming to have sole authority…I don’t remember the end. Maybe I woke up too soon.

Interpretation: I am worried about humanity’s future. Perhaps we can never return to Nature from our technological expedition. Perhaps the Lord of the Universe is judging us harshly, while two archangels are still pleading for our survival. The end of the story is unknown.