The first scene in the dream took place in an industrial town in Poland in the early 1990s. A big iron-age steam locomotive was pulling up to a station surrounded by warehouses, cranes and derricks. It was at night, and carbon lights shone through the shrouds of steam surrounding the train as it approached. I got off the train and was running through a maze of standard cargo containers, stacked 3 high. I was heading in the direction of the sea, which I knew to be Northeast (was I in Gdansk?). It was important that I meet someone, either to get a message to them, to get help from them, though I wasn’t really sure why. I met my contact at the outside edge of the maze. She was a short, cute-as-sin, little blonde Polish girl with oversized blue eyes. She had arranged some kind of further transport for me, by ship or motorboat I think.
Meanwhile, there was some kind of huge scientific research program in Germany. Time had switched to the late 2000s or 2010s, it was a bit in the future, but not much. The Germans were studying a phenomenon which had been discovered lying in the space between the Earth and the Sun. The research program had been spurred by the "contact" a Luftwaffe F-104 pilot had had with this entity, when he had been doing some flight tests in the upper atmosphere. (Close up views of the iron crosses on the Starfighter’s slim grey fuselage- the entity examining these signs to understand their semiotic meaning). I don’t think the entity was "alien," per se. I think it was more like a natural intelligence had built up in some kind of pattern of electromagnetic fields out there. I took on the role of the pilot who had been first contacted, and went into a forested area to take on training. The world began to look very strange now. Luminous and almost anime-like. My training was held in classrooms in the forest, by these strange elf-like people who always spoke in koans and riddles. The training was psychological and spiritual, not technological. Then, after a training session one day, the words came into my head "Fly your Son Kite." I’d never thought of the name Son Kite as meaning anything, or capable of being used as a noun. The Son Kite turned out to be the ship which would carry me out into space to make contact. There was a small life support pod, tethered to a large array of luminous golden sheets or webs, which was some kind of field generator. I was pulled upward through space and approached the sun. The view became even more hand-drawn in its look. As I travelled closer to the sun, in the area where this entity was meant to be, there were suddenly washes of colour filling the space around the Son Kite. Deep reds, greens and violets washed through space like waves, haloing the stars. I approached the sun’s corona, and the heat and radiation was deflected from the Son Kite by the fields the forward array was generating. The ship was making a bow wave and wake through the sun’s corona.
