A friend asks me to read the text. I had recorded the dialogue in ink that has turned reddish over time - perhaps it is blood. Alas, my handwriting is more gnomic than ever. I can translate very little except for the phrase: "bull of reddish gold."
Feelings after this dream from last night: excited, wanting more.
My handwriting is all but illegible, even to me. I would have a very hard time deciphering any material that required real knowledge of mathematics. I am aware I have forgotten far more than I know.
Over a hundred bronze dodecahedra from Roman times, like the one in the picture, have been discovered. They are hollow, with circular holes inside the pentagonal faces.
In Salvador Dali's painting "The Sacrament of the Last Supper", the room is a hollow dodecahedron.
In Norton Juster's The Phantom Tollbooth, the Dodecahedron is a character who presents one of his twelve faces at a time, according to his mood. "My sides are many, my angles aren't few. I'm the Dodecahedron, and who are you?"
One of my students made a model of a dodecahedron after a dream.
The bull has great significance in my personal mythology, as in the mythic imagination of the ancient world.
Action: Find or make a model of a dodecahedron and use this as a focusing device and a launch pad for group shamanic journeying. Track the bull of reddish gold.