I dreamed that I joined the Fourth Way group. I attended a weekly meeting that took place inside a hotel, in large ballroom full of tables. The people there were boring, standard fare seekers who were looking for solutions, not truth. I went into the bathroom and found everything was coin operated. I didn’t have any money, so I couldn’t use the restroom. I went to the sink to find the soap was also coin operated. I inferred that the hotel gave the ballroom for free because it was able to make money from the attendants through selling coffee, snacks and bathroom supplies.

When the event finished we went to a terrace, which was like a large balcony. Another large building was in front of us. Peacocks were making mating calls, and would fly from one building to the other. They seem to use hot air streams to keep themselves afloat, and one flew right into the teacher. He stopped it with an open palm, and threw it down into the street below. For a moment it seemed the peacock would fall into traffic, but flew over of a hot air current and raised flying into the next building. The teacher, a long haired man of around fourty years of age gleamed with spiritual pride. I was disgusted at him and decided the Fourth Way was not for me.