DREAMS

Starting in the spring of 2005, and going on for about three months, I had a series of dreams that were intensely real and sometimes lucid. Some readers are aware that this is a period of time just preceding some major life changes on my part. I thought it’d be nice to share these dreams with all y’all, as any insight and comments can only be helpful (I can usually help others interpret their dreams, but mine are always baffling to me). Read on if you will, say what you will.

THE DREAMS

1- I’m at a party in a strange house, surrounded by people I’ve never met. A woman, plain but somehow interesting, approaches me and starts talking about tattoos. She shows me her back piece, a woman’s outline in blue with what seem to be wings or a cloud above and behind her. She holds a red flame in cupped hands. The woman tells me she looks forward to dancing around the fire while I drum. I wake to an echo, what’s left of the name “Rowena.” I later discover that Rowena is the Cornish Goddess of knowledge, whose symbol is the rowan tree. This explains the “wings.”

2- I’m at another party, this time in my childhood home. I meet an extremely attractive woman who asks me upstairs, and I immediately realize I’m dreaming, as the house I lived in was single story. Hoping I won’t wake too soon, I follow her upstairs, where she commands me to perform for her sexually. When she is done with me, she tells me that I “may go on.” I wake to the name “Anwen”, who is a servant of the Keeper of the Gates to the Underworld.

3-The next party takes place in a small cavern next to a great underground lake churning with giant, blind fish. Again drifting in a sea of strangers, I encounter an old woman who challenges me to a sparring match, light contact. We agree to fight for three touches, and then begin. She uses a dynamic, sweeping style which seems best suited to a blade. The fight is close, but my Karate prevails. She tells me that my ability is “sufficient”, then wishes me well. I wake to the name “Cerridwen”, about whom I know little.

4-This gathering takes place under an ever-changing night sky. Nothing remarkable takes place until the sky begins to lighten with morning’s approach. As the light intensifies, I notice that it has no one source; I am still under ground. The assembled beings begin to sing together, and seem sad when the final chorus is reached. I look to my right and find seated beside me a small, beautiful woman. Her skin is pale, her hair is white, and her eyes shine with every color.

“They sure loved that song,” I say.

“Yes,” she says, “but they love you better. Sing and they will sing with you.”

So I sing something, and the crowd sings with me. I wake speaking the name “Anwen.”

5-I am moving through a system of caverns, toward an exit. The door I am approaching leads out of a crypt worked into the outermost caverns. Filled with a sense of urgency, I rush toward the exit, only to find my way blocked a horizontal forest of desiccated arms flailing from recesses in the walls. I draw a sword and hack my way to the door, intending to exit. I wake as the door opens. There is no name echoing in my mind upon waking, this time, but I know they’re not finished with me.

6-Following Anwen through a series of rooms cut into the great cavern’s walls, I see many windows permitting a view of the lake. She leads me up three flights of stairs to a balcony which overlooks a crowded plaza on the lake’s nearest shore. The entities gathered below move energetically, fighting or dancing, or both at once. A hand on my left shoulder draws my attention to a figure I immediately know as Meg, who has just joined me at the balcony’s rail. She apologizes for the delay in her arrival, then says, “It was I who called you here.” Again, I hear a name on waking, this time “Meg.” I have read that Meg keeps the knowledge of herbs and healing.

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