Prescient dreams, Aarvanss 40

The last two nights I have had deep clear dreams about my future. I'm not remembering most of them, but I trust that part of me is. These messages are brilliantly clear, embodied in metaphor. Burning blue skies, clear yellow sun, fresh winds -- everything is distinct in these dreams.

Sitting on the mountain, looking at the ocean with the boy who had nothing in his wagon but a pane of glass -- that was the first dream.

I forget the second one.

The third one, last night, culminated in a close-up map of Europe, with all roads leading north to the Odin. It was a map found in a dead woman-scholar's notes -- like the writings of visitors to Tibet last century. On it was the only recorded mention that the Odin had, in its early days (but after they were the full company), created a piece called "Aarvanss 40." It was said the piece sounded like a symphony. It was said that anyone who heard this piece, would have their lives changed forever. I was setting out to hear this piece.

I think "Aarvanss" is a combination of "Aarhus," the university Odin is affiliated with; "Advance"; "Our ones" or "our vans"; also possibly a corruption of "Caravans," as in Rumi's poem:

Come, come, whoever you are
Wonderer, worshipper, lover of leaving
It doesn't matter
Ours is not a caravan of despair
Come, even if you have broken your vow
a thousand times
Come, yet again, come, come

It then became a dream about having accomplished a big thing -- our team had won a prestigious university-wide research competition. Because of this, we had gotten funding (1.5M Euros) to build a startup entering a worldwide competition. But now the run-rates were all figured differently; everything cost time-and-a-half from now on, so we really only had a month and a half to figure out what to do. And we could no longer afford our primary expert, as she now cost $200/hour. As I was telling her why we would no longer be using her, I thought, "I have moved from Research mode into PM mode."

I think this is true in my life, too. After seven years of research, I am moving into doing.

"I feel like your life is just starting," said Radmila. I have the same sense.

Evidently all my roads lead to the Odin; I am off to find Aarvanss 40, the lost Odin piece, hear its sound and have it change my life (or perhaps I have already heard its sound, which is why my life is changing); and found our startup to enter the world-wide competition.

So that's the spiritual realm. On the mortal realm, I have the overwhelming desire to buy cell phones for me and my mom, paint intensely for a week, purge my house, and open a bank account in Euros.