The dream started with me speaking to some officious-looking people, who seemed like they were part of some major government institution no one knew about. They kept saying that I was not allowed to talk about what happened to there to anyone, and that what I was about to see was real and genuine. I sat down in a chair in a university-type lecture room, with a panel of chairs facing a much larger audience; I was on the panel side.
After some more discussions, suddenly a figure emerged from the other side of the room, through the crowds, and there was a chorus of gasps. As he approached, the authorities I was speaking with earlier assured me that yes, this was in fact the real president Lincoln.
He came to rest at the head of the panel, and stood there expressionlessly, gazing over the audience; I got the impression that age had somehow sucked the vigor and passion completely out of his face, but that he was still quite full in his faculties. A wave of shock came over me as I contemplated what it could possibly mean for Lincoln to be standing before me at this time, but never once, with the characteristic credulity my dreams normally have, did I question that he was the real deal, or that this could possibly be an actor.
I sort of had a world-view questioning moment as he began to speak after sitting down. He was answering questions the audience was posing him in their awe. He answered everything matter-of-factly, without changing expression, as though he was gripped by a soul-crushing sadness.
I was asking myself what this could mean... how could be possibly be here today? Were people capable of living much longer than we had believed? Was this a result of world-class medicine at work? Was being shot just a ruse to get him out of the public eye? Was this some sort of display of "illuminati" mega-technology? Someone asked him directly, finally, how it was possible for him to still be here. He sort of turned his head sideways, and said, "Well... you know..." as though it should be obvious what this meant, lol. Of all things, I chose to ask him what his childhood experience was like, growing up mid 19th-century... what his day was like then, what his dreams and apsirations were like, that sort of thing. He simply laughed and said, "Well ya know, sonny..." and declined to answer that one further either, lol.
And that is how the dream commenced... for some reason this dream moved me somehow... like I had met the Buddha or something, lol... reverence seemed to be what the situation demanded of everyone, and what people gladly supplied. It is sort of funny comparing how I would actually recieve that situation to how it went down in the dream... since in the dream I had no question he was real, and in reality I would have no question he was an impersonator, lol.