Suddenly lucid I found myself on the rolling lawns of a university campus. Many students were walking to lectures in the golden sunshine, casting long shadows across the grass.
I stopped a woman who looked to be about sixty years of age: ‘Can you take me to who’s in charge?’ I said. She seemed uncertain about the best place to try but was eager to talk. The faculty buildings were all far away and I doubted the dream would last as long as it would take to reach them. But then the woman exclaimed: ‘Oh, here he is!’ and up came a large cat-like animal with golden fur.
‘Are you in charge?’
‘Oh no,’ the animal demurred, a little humorously it seemed to me.
His eyes were amazing, like liquid amber, and he radiated an air of exquisite calm and kindness. He softly placed a clawed paw on my shoulder.
‘Can you take me to who’s in charge of you?’ I asked.
To my surprise he looked embarrassed and told me that he wouldn’t. It seemed quite clear he could, but it wasn’t allowed. I was disappointed, and only afterwards did I realise I ought to have made more of my opportunity to talk with him, rather than asking immediately to speak with his superiors.
The dream broke up at this point. It seems I’ll have to take this project more slowly than I planned, and try to better understand the nature of the angelic beings on the level I’ve explored so far, rather than trying to meet their bosses as soon as possible.
Sometime later came the idea that the name ‘David Pringle’ was important in connection with this dream. I was advised that Pringle was a British film director, one of a small group whose work taken together presents a profound view of British culture. I couldn’t remember the names of the other directors but was advised that Pringle was the best and I should investigate his work to find out more.
When I Googled for him, the most eminent David Pringle I could find was the science fiction author and former editor of the science fiction magazine Interzone. I subscribed to it for a while back in the 90s. The editorial address for the magazine was on a road just around the corner from where I currently live. Other than this, there seemed no meaningful connection.
