This night the dream started out with a late evening meeting and an angry client in my office. I don’t think he’s angry with me, but here is where it ended up. The client is on his cell screaming at his competitor. When he gets off the phone he demands from his associate – ‘destroy that guy!’
Within minutes I become aware of what he meant by ‘destroy.’ The guy not only lost his financial life but took what he had left of his life as well. Next, that client destroys the career of one of his associates in front of me simply because the associate did not react fast enough. Now comes a brutal reality. He kills a competitor – in front of me – with his bare hands. The anger, the brutality, the rage, the savagery of killing with his bare hands is the most extreme human act. What is his problem and why is this happening in front of me!?
This anger and madness is beyond me! I don’t understand how this can be over something so trivial as a business deal! The deal had nothing to do with me or my office. He was simply sitting in my office at my desk, on the phone doing HIS business deals. Even then the deal had not even gone bad! It just seemed to come from his uncontrollable rage. But it all happened in front of me – in my office- in my world!
I have become a witness to his rage – to his Savagery – his inhuman dark side. All in my office where humanity and civility is the focus of my architecture – a place where a house is conceived to be the nucleus of the family’s home. A place where shelter is created. Shelter from this brutal, uncaring world – A place where brutality and Savagery is not supposed to rear it’s ugly head.
Brutal contrast – dark irony – disturbing dichotomy!
How can a nice man – always full of energy and complementary nature, have such a dark side – a second face, kept deep in the shadow. Kept deep down inside of him. – So deep, so repressed, that when it surfaced, it exploded with the destructive force of all the volcanic eruptions that mankind has ever experienced. Even a nuclear explosion pales in comparison – only because all this rage came from a little man!
Now he has a foe in me! An enemy that he will not tolerate in his world. I have been transformed from an innocent bystander in my safe world – into an antagonist forcefully thrusted into his world. He now turns his anger towards me. He hunts me down and strikes at the very heart of my life. He has kidnapped my wife and my son and has devised a plan for our demise. He created and placed us into tall, square, wooden boxes that will ultimately become our final resting place. Our new homes – My family’s home for the revered-feared afterlife.
The three of us are helpless – me holding my son in my arms, as if I could come close to protecting him from this evil force. And my wife helpless by my side – looking at me as if to say how can this be happening to us?? We are trapped in these boxes as they begin to shoot at us. Suddenly I feel the sting of the bullets as they penetrate my body and soul. I no longer feel the savagery. I no longer feel anything – except my life draining out of my body. The three of us seen to drift away – together – to another existence. An existence beyond these bodies – a place far, far away from this madness we call the human race. We drifted away to the true home that God has created for us – a shelter away from this physical existence – to a serene, peaceful existence as a spiritual part of God.