posted on Mar, 4 2015 @ 12:02 PM
I figure if I write down my dream, I'll be more likely to remember it later!
OK, I'll try to keep it brief but detailed:
I find myself in some kind of school or university. My "teacher" recommends that I go down to a certain lab a few floors down. I find myself inside
a lab with a young Asian scientist in a lab coat, and a young (maybe 7 years old?) boy. The boy is incredibly smart, way beyond most adult smart. I
get the sense that this is some kind of *very* top secret research program, and that this kid is a part of it.
The two of them are messing around with a ball of grey putty. They are taking a very powerful torch to it, noting that even at the extreme
temperatures it does not melt or burn. I'm amused by this.
The scientist lady then begins to ask us questions about the substance. The kid is very articulate and rambles off numbers relating to its resistance
to temperature, it's mass and density. I chime in that it might make for a great heat shielding material for re-entry craft. The kid agrees with me.
The kid then starts to note his reservations about the material because it's obtained from some kind of plant.
I chime in that perhaps the plant can be cloned or genetically modified to enable better yields of whatever substance is needed to make this putty.
The kid ponders this and agrees.
This entire time I notice the scientist woman putting down letter grades next to "questions" on a clip board. After the clip board is filled, the
lady informs us that there is reception going on that we're supposed to attend.
We walk down some halls and into what appears to be a large gym, setup with tables for people to hang around at. There had to have been several
hundred people there. Over an intercom as we approach the door I hear that top military officials and top scientists in their fields are expected to
attend. The military officials are not to wear any uniforms, but black tie formal wear. I think this was to put everyone on a level playing field?
Anyway, this kid and I walk around for a bit -- I don't know anyone, and I can't tell the 5-star generals from the scientists. For some reason I ask
the kid where the "people from the oil and gas" are. The kid gets agitated and without pointing, kind of cocks his head sideways and says, "over
there. Why are you asking me about the guy that's been staring at you?"
Then I wake up. I have no idea what that dream was all about, but it would appear I was part of some uber top secret research facility involving super