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witchscauldronHaven't really remembered my dreams much the last few days, despite knowing I'm having them. All I remember from one dream was walking on a beach littered in crystals, collecting them, and then sitting waiting for a tsunami to come drown me under a full moon.
I dreamt last night of many strange things. Driving long distances in the snow, heading to somewhere on Lake Michigan. It was like driving in winter twilight, very surreal. If I closed my eyes I could see a map unfolding, and us (I don't know who I was travelling with) moving along the roads.
I ended up in a town I knew but didn't, in a big Victorian home belonging to someone like a grandmother to me. I'm in the house with the grandmother-figure, who's been joined by a grandfather-figure. They're not my grandparents, but they feel like they should be...or might have been. O_o They leave me behind with a "dog" who is obviously a wolf, and a baby. The baby is active and wants to bounce around a lot...I look after it a while. The wolf ends up getting outside because I don't get a gate up fast enough inside, and I have to go find it. The grandparent-figures come back, and I leave the baby with them.
I ended up finding the wolf, who walked with me on a leash. I looked under a bush, and found myself as a raven - green eyes, white crescent of feathers on the chest - staring back. It was so detailed - every feather. It walked to me and vanished. Then a small magpie the same colouration but a little greener of feather hopped into my hand. We walked together under very tall trees on our way back to the house. Instead we got lost and walked through streets being built, filled with children running with many coloured banners. It wasn't winter here, but summer. I just keep walking.
Then I enter a church. I'm not sure why I'm here, but this is a huge cathedral, predominantly blue, hung with many large censors swinging wildly from the ceiling. The wolf and the raven/magpie are gone. The altar is bare. The people inside the church are scolding and shouting at the children, who are making the censers swing so hard the church shakes, and they threaten to collide and shake the place apart. I don't know why the parents just don't stop the censers rather than shouting, so I stop them one by one. One of them thanks me for bringing balance back.
Women in blue robes, or just blue clothes are filing into the building, bearing candles and beautiful flowers that they set up around the building. I begin to notice walls disappearing, and pillars being replaced with the trunks of huge trees. The roof is changed for a lofty canopy of leaves, and the cruxciform shape of the cathedral becomes rounded, less square, almost like an open horseshoe around the altar.
The people in the church begin to gather around the altar, and are chanting softly. The light is dimming - stars are peeking through the leaf-roof. I can see moonlight out the open sides of the building, glinting off a lake, and a silver beach.
I begin to sing. I am singing of things I don't understand, words of mystery and power and beauty. I seem to know what I'm doing in the dream, even though I don't know outside of it. A blue statue of Mary rises through the altar stone, hands clasped together in prayer and then changes until it is a statue of a goddess, hands outstretched above her head. A cauldron of water, also blue, rises out of the stone, and a throne of carved blue stone as well. The building is vibrantly alive, not cold and bare as before, and there is a great sense of communal joy.
When the song ends, there is a woman who has climbed the altar stairs, naked, looking very fae and wild in a faded brown-green sort of way. She is silent, and scared, and huddles behind the throne, tangled in ferns and tree branches. I walk to her - the other people are beginning now to light candles everywhere, to swing the censors in unison, to perform other acts that seem beautifully sacred, and speak of devotion. There are many women and children here now, more so than men.
I ask her if she would like a blanket - she is cold, and afraid. She nods yes, and I lift her up, dressing her in a beautiful blue and silver gown, placing a star, like a small, living light on her brow, and over her heart. I bathe her feet and hands in the water from the cauldron. Her eyes turn a startling shade of indigo in her pale brown face, and she mounts the throne as I walk away, to find a blanket for her.
As I walk father back into the cathedral, it becomes more camp-like, more forested and filled with families. They survive here by bartering and living in service of the Goddess. I walk into a place that I suddenly know, that is filled with sewn goods, clothing, altar cloths, blankets and quilts. This is family - my grandparent-figures live here. I find a blue blanket, and hand it to a small child, who takes it to her.
I keep walking. The forest fades as I strike my feet on the beach, and I search for a silver bridge. It is misty, and I cannot see the water as I walk. I find the bridge, and stop, looking out over it, and the curling mist beneath. It is surreal, serene. There is no traffic.
Then, if you can believe, it starts gets weird for me. *LOL*
I am in an ice cream parlor now, overlooking the bridge through a window. It is really funky, all sorts of strange signs and whatnot. I have brought a logo to be embossed onto items for someone. The people who own the ice cream shop are an American band who made one HUGE album and never recorded again. Instead, they took the profits from their album and opened a very strange ice-cream parlor overlooking this bridge, in Norway.
I look at the bridge again. There is traffic and cars and people and boats and water. It is all clean and white and grey, not shining and silver like before. I look back at the logos I have brought them - they are dragons curled around a bleeding orb, devouring their own tails.
I look at the bridge again, remember I am in Norway, and wake up.
Sometimes my dreams make sense. Sometimes they're totally nonsensical. Sometimes they're both. I'm pondering.
-m.
I dreamt last night of many strange things. Driving long distances in the snow, heading to somewhere on Lake Michigan. It was like driving in winter twilight, very surreal. If I closed my eyes I could see a map unfolding, and us (I don't know who I was travelling with) moving along the roads.
I ended up in a town I knew but didn't, in a big Victorian home belonging to someone like a grandmother to me. I'm in the house with the grandmother-figure, who's been joined by a grandfather-figure. They're not my grandparents, but they feel like they should be...or might have been. O_o They leave me behind with a "dog" who is obviously a wolf, and a baby. The baby is active and wants to bounce around a lot...I look after it a while. The wolf ends up getting outside because I don't get a gate up fast enough inside, and I have to go find it. The grandparent-figures come back, and I leave the baby with them.
I ended up finding the wolf, who walked with me on a leash. I looked under a bush, and found myself as a raven - green eyes, white crescent of feathers on the chest - staring back. It was so detailed - every feather. It walked to me and vanished. Then a small magpie the same colouration but a little greener of feather hopped into my hand. We walked together under very tall trees on our way back to the house. Instead we got lost and walked through streets being built, filled with children running with many coloured banners. It wasn't winter here, but summer. I just keep walking.
Then I enter a church. I'm not sure why I'm here, but this is a huge cathedral, predominantly blue, hung with many large censors swinging wildly from the ceiling. The wolf and the raven/magpie are gone. The altar is bare. The people inside the church are scolding and shouting at the children, who are making the censers swing so hard the church shakes, and they threaten to collide and shake the place apart. I don't know why the parents just don't stop the censers rather than shouting, so I stop them one by one. One of them thanks me for bringing balance back.
Women in blue robes, or just blue clothes are filing into the building, bearing candles and beautiful flowers that they set up around the building. I begin to notice walls disappearing, and pillars being replaced with the trunks of huge trees. The roof is changed for a lofty canopy of leaves, and the cruxciform shape of the cathedral becomes rounded, less square, almost like an open horseshoe around the altar.
The people in the church begin to gather around the altar, and are chanting softly. The light is dimming - stars are peeking through the leaf-roof. I can see moonlight out the open sides of the building, glinting off a lake, and a silver beach.
I begin to sing. I am singing of things I don't understand, words of mystery and power and beauty. I seem to know what I'm doing in the dream, even though I don't know outside of it. A blue statue of Mary rises through the altar stone, hands clasped together in prayer and then changes until it is a statue of a goddess, hands outstretched above her head. A cauldron of water, also blue, rises out of the stone, and a throne of carved blue stone as well. The building is vibrantly alive, not cold and bare as before, and there is a great sense of communal joy.
When the song ends, there is a woman who has climbed the altar stairs, naked, looking very fae and wild in a faded brown-green sort of way. She is silent, and scared, and huddles behind the throne, tangled in ferns and tree branches. I walk to her - the other people are beginning now to light candles everywhere, to swing the censors in unison, to perform other acts that seem beautifully sacred, and speak of devotion. There are many women and children here now, more so than men.
I ask her if she would like a blanket - she is cold, and afraid. She nods yes, and I lift her up, dressing her in a beautiful blue and silver gown, placing a star, like a small, living light on her brow, and over her heart. I bathe her feet and hands in the water from the cauldron. Her eyes turn a startling shade of indigo in her pale brown face, and she mounts the throne as I walk away, to find a blanket for her.
As I walk father back into the cathedral, it becomes more camp-like, more forested and filled with families. They survive here by bartering and living in service of the Goddess. I walk into a place that I suddenly know, that is filled with sewn goods, clothing, altar cloths, blankets and quilts. This is family - my grandparent-figures live here. I find a blue blanket, and hand it to a small child, who takes it to her.
I keep walking. The forest fades as I strike my feet on the beach, and I search for a silver bridge. It is misty, and I cannot see the water as I walk. I find the bridge, and stop, looking out over it, and the curling mist beneath. It is surreal, serene. There is no traffic.
Then, if you can believe, it starts gets weird for me. *LOL*
I am in an ice cream parlor now, overlooking the bridge through a window. It is really funky, all sorts of strange signs and whatnot. I have brought a logo to be embossed onto items for someone. The people who own the ice cream shop are an American band who made one HUGE album and never recorded again. Instead, they took the profits from their album and opened a very strange ice-cream parlor overlooking this bridge, in Norway.
I look at the bridge again. There is traffic and cars and people and boats and water. It is all clean and white and grey, not shining and silver like before. I look back at the logos I have brought them - they are dragons curled around a bleeding orb, devouring their own tails.
I look at the bridge again, remember I am in Norway, and wake up.
Sometimes my dreams make sense. Sometimes they're totally nonsensical. Sometimes they're both. I'm pondering.
-m.
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Hmmm ... what did you eat?? *grin*
Date: 2002-12-02 10:52 am (UTC)Hugs!
Come to TO, and you shall meet all!!
Re: Hmmm ... what did you eat?? *grin*
Date: 2002-12-02 10:57 am (UTC)-m.
Re: Hmmm ... what did you eat?? *grin*
Date: 2002-12-02 11:32 am (UTC)