“Well, firstly, close your eyes,” Vunamun replied.
Aumaumer did as he was asked.
“Then simply observe what is going on in your body. Your breathing, the beating of your heart and the flow of energy from the Earth and from the heavens.”
Vunamun gave Aumaumer some time to experience what he was feeling before she continued.
“Now, what do you see, Aumaumer?”
“My dream, it’s all coming back to me,” he said, laughing excitedly.
“Very good, now carry on.”
Aumaumer began to describe out loud the images that rapidly appeared before his mind’s eye. The first image was one of him eating his breakfast at the kitchen table. In between bites at his toast, he read the headlines of the newspaper. He could not remember the words he was reading, but the images they conjured up were clearly visible. Figures were moving slowly in the shadows and speaking inaudibly to each other. It was then that he began to feel pressure on his solar plexus. This was not a good sign. These were wicked people from the unlight who were gaining control over the world population by providing them with news that spread fear and distrust. Suddenly, he found himself in a crowded inner city street. There was something odd about the people there. Apathetic eyes staring from blank faces told Aumaumer they had been robbed of their free will and were blindly following orders.

Born in this place
You only see so far
Hear what we say

The world is a stage
And we know just who you are
What part do you play?

If we put the truth in your hands
Would you really like to know?
Kansas City milkman
From ‘Kansas City Milkman’ by Level 42

Right then, Aumaumer’s heart beat wildly and his breathing became heavy. He opened his eyes to reveal to Vunamun what she had already sensed: fear.
“I know,” Vunamun said in a comforting tone, “it is frightening to see what evil humanity is capable of.”
“You know what my dream means don’t you?”
“Yes, I do. The name Vunamun means ‘to see’. I see through the outer form to reveal the essence.”
“And what is the essence of my dream,” Aumaumer asked, arching his eyebrows.
“Well, you know what the essence is, Aumaumer, and it will come to you in good time. Like I said, dreams are messages from the soul. Nothing more, nothing less. The fact that your dream feels real does not imply that it is or will become real. You have the power to focus on positive changes that can bring about an entirely different outcome.”
“I see.”
“Yes, you do. Incidentally, do you know what your name means?”
“No,” Aumaumer replied, shaking his head.
“Aumaumer means ‘to awaken’. By paying close attention to your dreams, you shall awaken,” Vunamun explained.

Too much talking
Information, in the hands of the few
All the talking
Dis-information, that we take for the truth
From ‘Kansas City Milkman’ by Level 42

Vunamun had barely finished speaking, when new images came to Aumaumer.
“Oh, now I see,” he said, excitedly, and went on to describe what he saw. A flock of sheep was being herded by a sheep dog into a pen. As the sheep stood packed together, they felt relief from not being chased by the dog anymore. The farmer stood before them and emanated feelings of trust and security. Now the sheep knew everything was going to be alright. Minutes later they were loaded on to a cattle truck and driven to the slaughterhouse. The scene slowly faded away to make way for a new scene. At least, it appeared to be different at first glance. A huge crowd listened in the open air to a politician. The people smiled admiringly at him and there was a sense of unity and hope, while the politician told them how he was going to take care of them. However, no one seemed to notice that his face was slowly changing into that of a devilish creature. The creature smirked. It had other things in store for the people.

“Nothing is as it seems,” Vunamun commented when Aumaumer had finished relating what he had seen.
Aumaumer opened his eyes and nodded.
“And nothing happens by chance,” Aumaumer added.
“What makes you say that?”
“I get the feeling,” Aumaumer began to explain, “that a small yet powerful group of people has been manipulating and controlling us for generations. Events have been carefully created, planned and staged to make us believe we are in constant danger from terrorist attacks, disease, economic crises, climate change, invasion by other countries and so on. They are reported by the media that this group owns to instil fear and division, so that they can gain full control over humankind.”
“Hmm, you are learning very quickly. Well done, Aumaumer.”
“Thank you, Vunamun,” Aumaumer replied, blushing.
“Now that you know that you can rely on your inner guidance, you need not look outward for information or advice.”
“Yes, thank you, Vunamun.”
“Do not thank me, thank yourself,” Vunamun replied and pointed at some water lilies nearby. “Look over there.”
“They’re beautiful.”
“They are indeed. I believe they have a message for you.”
“Hmm, they’re telling me that something in me has changed,” Aumaumer said.