dreams.

[witchscauldron]

People around me constantly changing - start with one group, end up with another. We're at a stable. We need to leave soon...in some sort of strategic retreat or something. We're leaving with a child, and get ambushed or something. Jason starts to swing the kid into a car, and it gets nicked with a bullet. No blood, and no crying, tho. Weird. No colours around us.

We start driving with the child. I look out the window, and look back, and the car is filled with others - my little brother, someone with an obnoxious laugh, someone who might be my father, and Jason. By the time we get where we're going, Jason is gone, my brother is grown up now, my maternal grandmother has replaced my father, and the stranger is still driving. We drive into "Jackson Park", but it's not Jackson Park. We carefully pass three gates...empty-eyed people are watching us drive between them.

We park the car - it seems important where we leave it, somehow. The park is all tall, spacious pines - a rusty needled carpet. We can see down a rather steep hill/cliff to the beach from where we are. I know where I am - I've been here before. Things have changed from when I was last here, but I know where I am. The park goes on forever into the distance.

I crouch down into the pine needles, and a pack of wolves start running towards me out of the trees. Non-descript, silver-copper-rust coloured - I've never met these wolves before anywhere. The lead wolf gently takes my throat in its teeth, and then licks my face. I soon end up rolling on the ground with 3 of the wolves, covered in spit. I'm smiling, tho. When I sit up I notice my family is gone; I'm sitting in front of a nursing wolf and her pups, with Nuc and Matt. Nuc has one in her hands and is singing to it. Matt is somewhere nearby, being spiritually protective somehow.

This dream fades.



I next get the sense that I'm trapped reading some sort of trashy illustrated novel. I'm in a huge expensive home. It's not mine, and everything is white or silver. It's been taken over by the fae - the grubby, dirty, tangled little spirits I know so well. They're acting on the behalf of someone. We try everything - I try finding out what's going on, while others less patient or subtle than I are blowing them up or otherwise being bombastic in their banishment attempts.

The owner of the house is a drama queen, and a bit of a white-light bunny. She dresses in her best dress, all white of course, and goes into the dining room and declares that she will sacrifice herself to the "demons" - they can take her to "Hell" if they'll just leave her house and her friends alone and not come back.
This is obviously what they wanted. A LOT of them swarm her, strip off her clothes and her jewelry, and haul her naked ass into the basement, of all places.

It's not really the basement of the house - but it is a basement. In this basement are "the finest things" - a godling enamoured of the "modern age" has wood-fired stoves and all sorts of appliances ranging from the early 1900's to the 1950's in the basement. He sets the woman cooking, saying he only wanted a wife. As she cooks - and here it becomes first person perspective - the little spirits ask her what they can create for her to make her happy. They're all ideas that a Nocker might have on a bad day - creative but frightful. She starts having daydreams of the blue Carribean waters...

I wake up.


I don't think either of these make total sense, but they were interesting enough to post.

And it fucking SNOWED last night. Grr! Spring my ass. It's Winter, or it's Construction, here. I wonder how one would celebrate the season of Construction in a Wiccan ritual...
-M.