(Cloned from LJ)
So I had this amazingly detailed dream.
I part owned a halfway house or homeless shelter or hotel type thing with a guy who was always off working or doing stuff. I ran it with a few others and another person who wasn’t there often but when she came back she brought with her presents for everyone. Anyway, the guy who I co-owned the place with just suddenly went poof. Completely missing and I couldn’t find him, no one could. I went looking for him and tripped and fell down an odd little stairway that had been hidden. And underneath this huge hotel building was a whole hidden little area the same width as the building. It was sound proofed and insulated, there was running water and electricity from some groups of neat little inventions the place was completely self sufficient. And, conveniently enough something big happened just as I was running upstairs to tell the others what I’d found. Something happened, I don’t know what, and people who had died were able to haunt more, it was like everyone suddenly had the ability to see ghosts and the ghosts could touch things more. I got the adults to get all the kids and young ones downstairs in the neat little sheltery place I found (and realised that the co-owner had actually created it in all his time not being around). Then we started getting haunted by people we’d known. I was used to seeing ghosts so I knew how to deal with them, it was still a little scary because they could do more and were far more dangerous (thy could pick up a knife and hold it long enough to actually kill folks), but I got a bunch of us to go around to the corners and edge walls of the building and set up big wards that eventually kept them out. Then we moved the little kids upstairs again because there were more beds upstairs.
A day like that watching out of the windows of the building as the world fell apart because they didn’t know how to deal with these ghosts and people started turning up at our place. People who were obviously kin. Along with being able to see ghosts everyone could see phantom limbs and other things in peoples energy, and everyone was a afraid of these people with oddness attached to them, so they came to us because they had no where to go. I changed faces and I wasn’t me the co-owner of the place I was a young girl who had arrived near the beginning of it all. I had lots of wings but I could only hover with them. I was out in the garden, for some reason the ghosts didn’t bother me or want to bother me.. or perhaps couldn’t bother me.. so I was getting some vegies from the garden for the person who cooks. And I saw a man walk past the fence, he had a pair of the most beautiful white feathered wings you could imagine, they glowed and shimmered and I was utterly transfixed. I hovered to the edge of the fence and peaked over it at him. I said something like “wow, you have pretty wings are you coming to stay here?”, he turned to look at me with a broad smile and said something like, sometimes it’s the quality and not the quantity. I thought he was laughing at my bajillion little not-glowing wings and said something like but can you fly at all? I can hover.. see! And I tried to get over the fence but I could only hover at the height of an adult, and the fence was just a touch too high. The man smiled at me again and went into our building. Then I was the co-owner again.
Over a few days of people arriving we filled the entire building up from attic to basement to secret shelter. Kids and adults would just turn up on our doorstep cold, hungry and afraid. They somehow knew that place was the only safe place for them.
My friends and I went out at points to help those outside with the ghost problem, but our main priority was to keep our building working and keeping everyone inside safe. Anyway, one time when we were outside helping there was a house with an axe murdering ghost and after much trial and error we finally trapped him into a binding sigil and managed to send him elsewhere. The next evening the kid from that house turned up on our door. We already knew that he belonged in our building but he hadn’t wanted to go because of his family, but when he turned up he was pale and frightened and he told us that his family had been killed and he had nowhere else to go. We let him in and someone looked after him, I swapped faces, I was no long the co-owner I was just one of the lost ones who had arrived, any way I turned around to close the door and the boy was standing there again. I yelled out because it gave me a fright and the boy said “it’s not another me it’s my stepfather”, the stepfather being the axe murderer. I had a blessed scythe thingie so I thought that because other people could get rid of these ghosts so could I! So I went up to the door and told the guy to go away, and I swiped the blade of this thing through him. He shapeshifted from a mirror of the boy into something unrecognisable and swiped back at me with his bladed claws. I got a fright, stepped back and only then realised that the ghost couldn’t come in the house and that I couldn’t get rid of him because I really didn’t know what I was doing. I used my small scythe thing.. bigger than a sickle, smaller than a scythe.. I used my blade to hook onto each of the double doors and close them without putting my hands outside of the ward.
Then, for some reason I flicked back to myself again and I was behind the young one who had learnt that ghosts aren’t easy to get rid of. I told him not to try again with ghosts until he’d done some training with us but that he was very welcome to learn. Then I asked him he could please go up the building and close all the windows and pull all the curtains for me. I turned around after he left and discovered that there were five little ones sleeping in one bunk bed, they were adorable, but they were little toddlers all with their own manifested phantom limbs, but all had been abandoned at our place because people rejected them. One of the babies had curled up completely underneath the blankets and there was just a little green tail with a sort of heart shape on the end of his tail. I grabbed an extra blanket and put it over them and went out into the area where myself and the others who were helping me run the place stayed (we had a shared lounge that connected to our own private bedrooms). I told one of the people who was looking after the babies specifically that they were doing a great job, that although they didn’t have their own beds they were happy and I was glad. I also said that we’d better get no more people coming because we’re full up to the rafters.
At the end of the dream we were all woken up by someone knocking on the door, and then people were knocking on the windows and then all the windows. Everyone was too afraid to look because it had to be ghosts because no human being could knock on the windows above ground floor. I decided I would go and answer the door, that ghosts couldn’t come inside, and I could deal with humans any day of the week. I was walking to the door as I was waking up, I opened the door and there was just bright sunlight (even though I’m fairly sure it was still the middle of the night), and there was a figure standing in the doorway. He said something but I don’t remember what it was, and as he was speaking I woke up.
I could have sworn the the figure was David from my books.
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Odd dream no? A lot of themes there that are recognisable, like a dream version of OKC turned around on it’s head. It was just so complete. Though I should type it out.
Wraithy
Well, here is this dream again, only recycled into a different form. Again, you are the founder/leader of a safehouse, and in times of metaphysical strife and/or universal awakening, you have a place where anyone, kin, non-kin, the lost, afraid, bewildered can stay and be safe and happy. This time, though, as you said, it seemed perfectly detailed and “complete” - perhaps this means that the realization of this dream is very close, perhaps close enough to manifest. The figure of David, although not new to you, seems to be new to this type of dream - perhaps he is the signal that it is high time to get this dream of yours in gear, or the way you will accomplish your goal. In either case, he is an extremely important symbol to you, and therefore, the dream and it’s outcome.
Well, we know what the gist of the dream is, but some minor details stuck out at me. First off, the safehouse was not created by you, but by someone else, and you inherited it, of sorts. Why do you think that is?
Secondly, wings seem to be another theme. Is this specific to you, or to the dream’s message in general?
Lastly, the weird sickle/scythe thingies. I found those somewhat ironic because I’ve been dreaming of similar weapons for… well, since I was a kid. To me, they symbolize the abilities to help the dead pass on, of guardianship, and of being under the influence of Anubis. What do you think?
Well, that’s it from me. But again, this dream seems to express that you are on the cusp of something, something that will come to pass sooner rather than later. I wonder how this will turn out?
Nanara
I’m not sure about the inheriting the place thing. I had sort of wondered if it was just a bleed over with OKC because since Clody got his job of awesome I’ve been pretty much running place.. or at least feeling as if I am.
Wings are definately a long term theme with me. Often when I’m dreaming and I’m not human I’ll be a winged person. And for a very long time I’ve wondered if there is any meaning to the experience that I don’t have one set of phantom wings but six… and although there are some mythologies that talk of twelve winged entities (specifically biblical references to the highest order of archangels)… those don’t ring true with me… so it’s one of my questions I haven’t answered yet myself.. does number matter or mean anything.. and if so what?
When I was typing this out I did think of you with regards to the weapon. With that added stuff from you I thought perhaps it meant that the person in the dream who had the weapon was sort of destined to do that work but wasn’t yet ready because they needed training even though they had the weapon.
Hopefully, things will turn out how I want them to. I.e. get money from publishing books, found safehouses for folks all around the world, safe places for people where they’re safe and will not be persecuted, and places where folks can learn metaphysical things and spiritual things and learn how to deal with stuff in a safe environment away from the critical hostile world… but we’ll see ;)
Stands back from the keyboard in amazement! Thknas!