Zhr Morgana
September 19th, 2005, 01:48 AM
I had two dreams recently which don't make much sense to me...who knows a lot about deciphering dreams or figuring out the possible symbolism in them? I'll quote directly from my Yahoo 360 blog:
Dream #1...from my blog entry for September 14, 2005
I had probably what can be considered the most vivid, most horrible nightmare I have ever had. When I woke up this morning from it, I had this intense need to smudge my room with my sage stick but was so paralyzed from fear that I didn't.
The dream began what seemed to be the 1930s or 1940s...the manner of dress for everyone was akin to the old film noir classics like "The Maltese Falcon" or "Laura"...trenchcoats, business suits for men and women alike...this part of the dream was probably in black and white for the most part except for the occasional splash of color like "The Picture of Dorian Gray". In fact, some of the other people in my dream were characters from a movie...most notably Brigid O'Shaughnessy (Mary Astor's character from "The Maltese Falcon")...or else they were people from my real life dressed up and acting like other film noir characters. Tyson was basically Sam Spade...dressed in a trenchcoat, talking fast, smoking cigarettes, and doing most of the dirty work. Basically I was being held hostage along with several other people (including my brother, who was simply himself) by this evil old man who seemed to have taken control of my house (although it wasn't my house...much bigger) and everything in it. My parents weren't dead...they just weren't around, like they were on vacation or something. This man was a couple inches taller than me (I'm around 5'7" or 5'8") and thin like Clifton Webb...and he had this stern, thin, cold face. Very creepy. For some reason he was trying to "train" my brother Steven for something...trying to access his brain power for something, but Steven being Steven, there's no way to crack through that. I was pissed off that the old man was trying to use Steven...I wanted to kill him. Brigid and I spent a good part of the dream hiding out in a bathroom or some other secluded room, while Tyson was our "protector", making sure we weren't found and keeping me updated on the old man's doings. I set out to kill the old man. I had found a leather belt and had tied a knot in the center of it, and I was going to strangle him with it. I snuck out and wandered casually over to where the old man was...he was sitting at a desk doing work, Steven was sitting somewhere close by doing what he normally does. I was very slick with taking the belt and wrapping it around the man's neck and pulled as hard as I could. A couple times it seemed like I was going to lose my hold on him, as he turned out to be very strong and fast-moving...but I kept pulling and held on. He stopped moving and breathing, and I thought I'd done it. I felt like Princess Leia after she strangled Jabba the Hutt. But suddenly he got up and faced me, and this is when the actual color flashes came. He looked like the disfigured portrait of Dorian Gray, except his face was crimson red and his eyes were filled with blood. He started to come after me, but I pulled more on the belt, but it finally snapped. Finally someone (I don't know who it was) grabbed the old man, carried him in the air, and dropped him headfirst in a garbage can.
That was the first part of the dream. There's more.
Fast-forward to present times...I am living in an apartment remarkably similar to my aunt's old one, I am married (or I have a male roommate) and I have a daughter and we all live as Witches...the entire apartment is decked out with magickal items and what-not. It is a cool place, to be sure! Ever so slowly, we find we are being haunted by the ghost of the old man...horrible feelings and memories surface, items are disappearing and other items from the old man's house appear in the apartment...it was very freaky. I had relatives visiting as well, and we had to get them out quickly. I knew the old man was the thing behind the hauntings...the feeling of dread was getting greater each second. Scott (either my husband or my roomie), my daughter and I ran to the bedroom and grabbed some sticks of sweetgrass to smudge the apartment, protect it from the evil that was coming. We lit them and ran around everywhere, smudging the entire apartment. But the evil wasn't gone, it was still there. So I went back and grabbed a sage stick and began using it. It was then that the old man appeared before us...looking just as he had before he died. I screamed. There was a vacuum effect, and I felt like I was being pulled towards him. I pointed the sage stick at him and chanted a vanquishing spell not unlike "Charmed"...and right as I finished, the old man took out a knife, pointed the blade upward against his chin, and drove it through his head...he instantly turned to clouds of ash which flew out the window.
I woke up almost right after this...again paralyzed...wanting to scream and cry but I couldn't even open my mouth...I couldn't move and smudge my room. I looked around myself, and it seemed like the room was swirling very slowly...and the feelings of dread that I felt was still there for a long time. Eventually I did go back to sleep for a couple more hours.
Dream #2...from my blog entry for September 18, 2005
another dream...although this one decidedly was not a nightmare.
I dreamed that David had invited Kate and I over to where he was staying and hang out. In the dream he was living in a giant trailer somewhere on Idaho Point, and he was not alone. His brother Levi was there with Paul (who was his best friend up until two years ago) and David was there with a new girlfriend. It turned out that he asked me there to get my blessing...my approval of his new girl. I was at first very uncomfortable and felt very awkward, and so did Kate. His girlfriend physically resembled an old classmate of mine, Tami, but it wasn't her. I talked to her for a little bit and actually liked her. I wound up giving my blessing. In the meantime, I kept receiving text messages on my phone from Tyson...they were lines from my side of our many Messenger convos since we'd met...he was sending them all back to me. I don't know what that could mean now, but in my dream I was very happy, that maybe now he believed me and was ready to try again.
If anyone can help me with any possible clues as to what they could mean, I'd really appreciate it. Thanks in advance.
For those of you who don't know...Tyson is my bf, for how much longer I don't know...my brother Steven is severely autistic and cannot function like a normal person...David is my ex-fiance who I still keep in contact with...and Kate is a close friend of mine.
Dream #1...from my blog entry for September 14, 2005
I had probably what can be considered the most vivid, most horrible nightmare I have ever had. When I woke up this morning from it, I had this intense need to smudge my room with my sage stick but was so paralyzed from fear that I didn't.
The dream began what seemed to be the 1930s or 1940s...the manner of dress for everyone was akin to the old film noir classics like "The Maltese Falcon" or "Laura"...trenchcoats, business suits for men and women alike...this part of the dream was probably in black and white for the most part except for the occasional splash of color like "The Picture of Dorian Gray". In fact, some of the other people in my dream were characters from a movie...most notably Brigid O'Shaughnessy (Mary Astor's character from "The Maltese Falcon")...or else they were people from my real life dressed up and acting like other film noir characters. Tyson was basically Sam Spade...dressed in a trenchcoat, talking fast, smoking cigarettes, and doing most of the dirty work. Basically I was being held hostage along with several other people (including my brother, who was simply himself) by this evil old man who seemed to have taken control of my house (although it wasn't my house...much bigger) and everything in it. My parents weren't dead...they just weren't around, like they were on vacation or something. This man was a couple inches taller than me (I'm around 5'7" or 5'8") and thin like Clifton Webb...and he had this stern, thin, cold face. Very creepy. For some reason he was trying to "train" my brother Steven for something...trying to access his brain power for something, but Steven being Steven, there's no way to crack through that. I was pissed off that the old man was trying to use Steven...I wanted to kill him. Brigid and I spent a good part of the dream hiding out in a bathroom or some other secluded room, while Tyson was our "protector", making sure we weren't found and keeping me updated on the old man's doings. I set out to kill the old man. I had found a leather belt and had tied a knot in the center of it, and I was going to strangle him with it. I snuck out and wandered casually over to where the old man was...he was sitting at a desk doing work, Steven was sitting somewhere close by doing what he normally does. I was very slick with taking the belt and wrapping it around the man's neck and pulled as hard as I could. A couple times it seemed like I was going to lose my hold on him, as he turned out to be very strong and fast-moving...but I kept pulling and held on. He stopped moving and breathing, and I thought I'd done it. I felt like Princess Leia after she strangled Jabba the Hutt. But suddenly he got up and faced me, and this is when the actual color flashes came. He looked like the disfigured portrait of Dorian Gray, except his face was crimson red and his eyes were filled with blood. He started to come after me, but I pulled more on the belt, but it finally snapped. Finally someone (I don't know who it was) grabbed the old man, carried him in the air, and dropped him headfirst in a garbage can.
That was the first part of the dream. There's more.
Fast-forward to present times...I am living in an apartment remarkably similar to my aunt's old one, I am married (or I have a male roommate) and I have a daughter and we all live as Witches...the entire apartment is decked out with magickal items and what-not. It is a cool place, to be sure! Ever so slowly, we find we are being haunted by the ghost of the old man...horrible feelings and memories surface, items are disappearing and other items from the old man's house appear in the apartment...it was very freaky. I had relatives visiting as well, and we had to get them out quickly. I knew the old man was the thing behind the hauntings...the feeling of dread was getting greater each second. Scott (either my husband or my roomie), my daughter and I ran to the bedroom and grabbed some sticks of sweetgrass to smudge the apartment, protect it from the evil that was coming. We lit them and ran around everywhere, smudging the entire apartment. But the evil wasn't gone, it was still there. So I went back and grabbed a sage stick and began using it. It was then that the old man appeared before us...looking just as he had before he died. I screamed. There was a vacuum effect, and I felt like I was being pulled towards him. I pointed the sage stick at him and chanted a vanquishing spell not unlike "Charmed"...and right as I finished, the old man took out a knife, pointed the blade upward against his chin, and drove it through his head...he instantly turned to clouds of ash which flew out the window.
I woke up almost right after this...again paralyzed...wanting to scream and cry but I couldn't even open my mouth...I couldn't move and smudge my room. I looked around myself, and it seemed like the room was swirling very slowly...and the feelings of dread that I felt was still there for a long time. Eventually I did go back to sleep for a couple more hours.
Dream #2...from my blog entry for September 18, 2005
another dream...although this one decidedly was not a nightmare.
I dreamed that David had invited Kate and I over to where he was staying and hang out. In the dream he was living in a giant trailer somewhere on Idaho Point, and he was not alone. His brother Levi was there with Paul (who was his best friend up until two years ago) and David was there with a new girlfriend. It turned out that he asked me there to get my blessing...my approval of his new girl. I was at first very uncomfortable and felt very awkward, and so did Kate. His girlfriend physically resembled an old classmate of mine, Tami, but it wasn't her. I talked to her for a little bit and actually liked her. I wound up giving my blessing. In the meantime, I kept receiving text messages on my phone from Tyson...they were lines from my side of our many Messenger convos since we'd met...he was sending them all back to me. I don't know what that could mean now, but in my dream I was very happy, that maybe now he believed me and was ready to try again.
If anyone can help me with any possible clues as to what they could mean, I'd really appreciate it. Thanks in advance.
For those of you who don't know...Tyson is my bf, for how much longer I don't know...my brother Steven is severely autistic and cannot function like a normal person...David is my ex-fiance who I still keep in contact with...and Kate is a close friend of mine.