Dream.

[witchscauldron]

I stood in twilight silence, watching the gold of the sun meet the blue of the night sky. The wind in my hair, I stood, unmoving. I stood, waiting. I could not have moved if I had wanted to.

Two looked down upon me, distant and high. Two stood; one red, one dark, one a whiskey-gravel voice, a smoke-filled authority. The other spoke like the whisper of blowing snow, or November wind in trees. One woman, one man. Far beyond my vantage, but in my hearing, they spoke.

"She has done her task, and she is mine. I love her...give her a little time? That she may enjoy it, for what it is?"

The other voice echoes, as if ringing off glass walls; a sibillant whisper, but as deep as ancient caves.

"Surely you jest, lady. She is MINE - she has been since the moment she drew breath, and will be until the day I call her home. I have given her time - and what I have not given her, YOU have stolen for her."

"It is true that I have taken from you...but out of need for her tasks. She had to complete her path. But do not punish her for my deeds. It is my honour."

"You have stolen from me, that which bears my mark. She chose. She ran with them, answered the horns and the hounds and ran. She was mine. She is marked. Even more so than all others, she was mine. She is mine still.

A sigh, a shuffling like feathers, a stubborn voice.

"Give her time. She has sacrificed in my name. I ask this of you."

"A gift for a gift? I owe you no gifts. You stole."

"It was nescessary. My honour bears it. Do you call my honour to question? ....

We are old friends, old allies. We sleep together, after the fall, until we are roused again...we always answer the call. Let us not fight - for surely I will. I always have.

I have stolen from her, too. Let her have time. I cannot give her that."

"Ah, come the fall...I will Hunt, and you will Harvest, and the world will sleep again. She is mine....she will be mine,
no matter whose or how many marks she bears.

A gift for a gift, then. You will give me..?"

"I give you my child. I give you she who has served me faithfully. When the time is enough, she is yours. I have no claim on her then. Is it not enough I let my beloved go?"

He is thoughtful, the weight of their conversation in my mind, and my heart.

"It is enough. A gift for a gift, then. May she use it well...

Sunlight fades. The sky is bruised, purples and blues traced with faint gilt, and then I awake alone.

Comments

[lyceum.livejournal.com]

You know what's odd about this one... is that I somehow... remember it, or find it familiar... like I've seen it played out somewhere before or heard it or listened to it in my mind... think they're talking about you? And who are the two then? I'm amazed you remembered so much detail of the conversation! Normally, I can't remember a lot of what is said... weird...

Dunno...

[morgandria.livejournal.com]

They might be speaking of me, or of another. The fact that I can't move or feel indicates I am being told something, not offered an option or an idea.
I personally feel that it is Morrigan and perhaps Cerrounos or Herne speaking with each other, but the thought that it might also be Donn has crossed my mind.

I remember dreams in crisp detail because it is my gift.
-M.

[lyceum.livejournal.com]

It's definitely something you're being told in which you aren't being given a say as to the outcome, I agree. Again, I don't know much about the Deific placement here... and yet it still seems familiar, somehow... I find it's reminiscent of a father/mother aspect being taken toward you in the dream. They are to decide some course of action that you are to follow, though it doesn't necessarily entitle an actual parentage, could also be something more along the lines of a slave/pet type relationship. Perhaps, there's been an opening for you to voice your own course of action, state your own desire to be a part of your deciding fate within this dream... hmm... dunno... maybe I'm seeing things differently... but we all have our viewpoints... wondering about the gift... within the dream and the gift of the dream itself... hmm...

Well...

[morgandria.livejournal.com]

From my own perspective:
The Morrigan and Cerrounos/Herne are my patron Gods. It would not be out of the norm for them to treat me as a daughter, a servant, or a pet...they may treat me as they wish.

A gift for a gift in the Celtic world was just that. When you sacrifice to the Gods, you offer them a Gift. Sometimes in ritual I perform a Blessing of the Waters in which I ask for guidance, wisdom, or strength in return for my offerings - a gift for a gift.

What I don't understand is what Morrigan meant by "I give you my child". I don't understand what "I shall give her time" means. What sort of time? Time to wander? Time to choose? Time before...what? The thought that the man in the dream was Lord Donn, a death god, has crossed my mind...

I don't even know if they were talking about me. I assume so, since I feel that Morrigan "stole" time for me when I was younger. But I don't know. It's just a feeling.

How this dream flowed into dreams of Sehkmet and the altar/temple dream I am uncertain of as well. I don't know if the conversation connects to them.
I don't know that the other dreams have any meaning, and if they do I still don't know that they are connected.

So confusing.
-M.