All I remember is I am visiting a old memory from my waking life. I end up being chased by all these masculine beings, I have to hop over a huge wire fence. One male in particular is the only one still chasing me, and I shapeshift into a male myself. I am a young boy, running as fast as I can from this being. We run for a long time over a vast expanse of land, the scenery changing, shifting. Suddenly we enter the desert, and it stretches out infinitely beyond us. We keep running, though my fear is gone now and I know all is as it should be. It is almost as if we are at peace with each other now, though we are still running. A shape starts to rise up in the sand before us. It is the most beautiful buddhas face, it looks as though it was sculpted, shaped by wind and the sand itself. It is huge, we are tiny beside it, it is the most magnificent, ancient, organic sculpture I have ever seen. As we run further, still gazing upon the buddhas face I look up and beyond and I see this HUGE children's playground looming just beyond us, and now the buddhas face seems tiny in comparison. I realize the buddhas face is nothing, that it is tiny, that we are even smaller. That some child sculpted this beautiful buddhas face in the playground of it's imagination. That we are merely in a sandbox of the universe, that this desert that seemed so vast, was really quite small. That we were merely the microcosm within the macrocosm. Our existence so small and yet so great, depending upon the vantage point of the viewer. I am left in complete awe of our universe. Of my perception being expanded in this way. I am in awe. beyond humbled. Then I awake, the buddhas face rising up in the desert sand imprinted in my memory.
Buddha face Rising from the Sand