Sleep, perchance to dream.

[witchscauldron]

There seems to be a great number of people having odd dreams lately, whether they be aided or unaided by tektite's mind-shattering energy. I am no different than the rest, except perhaps in the length, detail, and oddness of my dreams. My best friend used to say that my dreams were less like dreams and more like a mini-series...I tend to agree with her! I dream more in Autumn, strangely - Summer is feeling tired and worn, especially with First Harvest already past us...perhaps this feeling I have had that Fall is drawing nigh is reflected in this recent spate of dreams.

The night before last I somehow "crossed over" - I kept having this feeling that I was in a different world. The people there dressed only in one colour at a time, but in bright rainbow colours, and played natural, beautiful instruments. There were cars and buildings and whatnot, but the buildings were built into trees. My Dad was there - he took me to a very posh looking clubhouse, and I broke all of their rules, but they accepted me as one of their own, and made me a member. O_O Then I dreamt of the riding ring, again. No stable - just me, a dirt ring, some jumps, and my spirit horse ready and waiting. And I got up on that horse, and I rode - nothing fancy, but a pure sunset moment of just ambling around freely. It was perfect. So I finally did accept that challenge. The whole dream was very very surreal - much like the feeling of the twilight cottage in the first dream related to horses.

Last night's dream was strange, even by my own standards. I dreamt I was living in a house; sturdy, nice quiet country house. Then we somehow ended up with another house - multi-leveled, a special room for ritual, an indoor waterfall. Mrr! We ended up moving.

Then I was watching an apartment, for someone named Richard - the Mafia had apparently taken over the world, as a political party. They ran everything now, and Catholicism was the official world religion - all others were being repressed. They were also making it their business to hunt magickal creatures - i.e Otherkin - and contain or destroy them. Dunno why. In his apartment was a program called the Matrix - it just kept running - people would get trapped in it. Richard came back, and was drunk and I put him to bed...he shattered a wine glass on his white floor, and it ran like blood out a window.

I left there, and walked a while with my father. Jason had been with me the whole time. Dad was leading us around someplace, giving out advice. He looked pale. We ended up on a beach, somewhere. It was pale there too - a cave-shelter was in the middle of it, and we somehow had to smuggle something illegal - me, I think - past the sentries and guards on this beach filled with sad, homeless people. I wanted to get to the cave, but this cold mist was rolling in, and the sentries started moving people off the beach. One of them was walking around with a wolf on a leash - I began to howl to it, and it got confused and angry. The man holding the leash got angry at it and they walked away, and we got past the guards. I felt like I was hiding something underneath my skin.

My Dad was gone. I was so mad, for some reason - trembling with rage. I wanted to tear the man with the wolf apart with my bare talons. Jason laughed at me, said I couldn't even if I wanted to, and moved me away. Still, somehow we got caught by someone, and led away to a secure area. Zathras was in a cage, and I was still mad as hell - I kept yelling that if anything happened to my cat, they would regret it. He was with all of these other caged animals, all of them depressed and unmoving.

They made us walk up this jungle path - Jason and I - and kept telling us we were going to an arena, to the games. It was eerie feeling, close-canopied and elevated off the ground. Past a few fields and lines of fences over from us, two Tyrannusaurus Rex came past us - MASSIVE, primative things that were terrifying. But they were having a conversation in English. O_o I got to the top of the path, at a gateway that was shadowed and guarded. A little dwarfish lookin' thing attacked me - I thoroughly wumped his arse, but when I used magick to battle, he cried Foul - said I had broken a rule. He died and vanished, and the gates split asunder with a crash.

I went through the gates, and was inside a cathedral during a funeral. I had a box of jewellry, and it was all gold and cut gemstones and crosses, as well as crystals and polished stones. I kept all the crystals, but when I tried to put the jewelry back into the box, it wouldn't fit...the gold just kept pouring out. One woman expressed delight with this bright gaudy cross covered in pastel gems - I disliked it, and ended up leaving it all on the floor of the cathedral, taking the crystals with me.

Then I was outside, running from the Mafia - classic car chase through leaf-lined streets. I was in a green car. We parked it in a school yard, and I talked to a teacher there. As he moved away from me, I heard this tremendous crash, and 9 swords flew into the air. They came crashing down into the teacher's back, with that distinctive ringing of metal, and impaled him, much like the 10 of Swords card from a tarot deck. We ended up taking his blue car, and running from the Mafia in it, but got caught again and were separated.

Jason is put into a men's lineup, and myself into a women/child lineup, rather like moving through a processing line in a jail or camp or something. I was carrying my staff, bound in red ribbon, and wearing my red robe. Suddenly I'm standing before the Pope! As he blesses me, a heretic in the Mafia world, he whispers "A high priestess! How nice to see." I move on, and then there is a nun selling greeting cards with crows on them. The dream ends with a rather odd dream in a dream of strangling a young woman underwater with a black cord, then coming back to the dream-dream, and walking out with "tickets to freedom", only to be washed away in a peacock blue tsunami of water over the silver beach...

Don't say I didn't warn you - my dreams are very strange. There's meaning in there on some levels, but it's so tangled up and odd I'm not sure what, if any of it, means something. So I'm languishing in dying Summer's heat, hiding from the Sun, and waiting for the days of Autumn to renew my spirit. Moira is priestessing a Hathor Invocation on the 13th of Sept. at the WCC temple in Toronto, and I am curious enough to go see what this will be like, if I can. :) In between then and now, I turn 24, and another long weekend passes.

It's funny how I already feel like the Equinox is just around the corner...

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Weird dreams -nod-

[nyctanthous.livejournal.com]

Oh yes, I have had weird dreams. Odd dreams; sexual dreams that I don't understand at all. -shakes head-

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