What I noticed this morning was how much we
have all started resembling each other. As we sit around the dining room (or
what was the dining room, there is no table and we sit in a large circle on the
floor) and talk about our dreams, we manage the same facial expressions. There
is something wide-eyed and disbelieving of the things we’ve seen in our heads,
but also a complete belief in the meaning of the dream and the importance of
getting every single detail out there. Even when we disagree, when we see
things different in our dreams – the same tone of voice echoes around the room.
We have seen these things in our minds, we have written them down and painted
them, and can still conjure them before our eyes if we concentrate. As such we’re
very protective when someone tries to disagree with us and our vision. But it’s
a protection which comes with a caveat, as we know that everyone feels the same
about their dreams and so even when debating, we end up bending our own personal
visions around to accommodate the others in the group.
The only person who looks different is Dexter
Phillips himself. He looks calmer than the rest of us, more serene. His voice
never takes on a hectoring tone. But then he is the one who stands in the
meetings, he is the one who can interject to take them in new directions.
Undoubtedly he is the person in charge.
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