I was with a man I work for. He is of great authority, kind in spirit, and very hard-working. He showed me a piece of property on a mountain upon which he would build a dream home, a place to retire. I looked up at the mountain, and it was called Mount Rainier, the same volcanic mountain situated southeast of Seattle, Washington. But the mountain looked different. The lower portion looked like any other mountain, but the top third was built of geometric cubes.
A road led halfway up the mountain with a stream of people ascending. I looked up towards the property he wished to purchase. It was very steep, and I pointed out how difficult and expensive it would be to construct a house. He said he paid $500,000 for the property. Given its challenging location, I felt he might have overpaid. A real estate agent who appeared in the dream agreed with me.
The man led me up the mountain, following the road until we entered a large freight elevator. Thousands of feet, we ascended very rapidly until we came out to a chaotic place filled with human activity. It was very crowded, with thousands of people everywhere. I searched for the top of the mountain and strained to find its beautiful form. In the distance, I could see it appear, but it unfolded unnaturally into the sky. Something was not right about it.
We then visited the man’s property. It was a small level area where multiple steel cables and foundation pilings had stabilized. There were other houses nearby. I was concerned about its stability, but the construction activities made it look safe. The building began to appear in the dream. At first, just the foundation and one wall facing westward, the whole house was entirely formed. It was a narrow and rectangular one-story structure that followed the shape of the property. Beautiful, yet simple in construction, covered in natural stone. Large floor-to-ceiling windows filled the building's outer side, providing a 180-degree panoramic view of the Pacific Ocean.
It was gorgeous, and I could see waves crashing against the coastline. But despite this beauty, I felt that everything was temporary and unstable and that the mountain would suddenly erupt without warning, destroying everything that had been built. We then returned to the freight elevator to descend from the mountain.