These Dreams

Blessings Darlings!

Oh, what a dream last night!  I was YOUNG again - middle school - and got my period.  But my mind and attitude were in my current settings.  I was writing revolutionary stuff on the walls of bathrooms with it.  Then segued into high school, driving with friends, and listening to CSN both for the amazing harmonies and for inspiration for continued political action.

So I give you https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H2PH-prm8M4 
It's not that we don't know.  It's just that we don't want to care.

Worked in garden.  My back hurts, and I'm unhappy.  Tomorrow's going to have a heat advisory, and I told my back that I should get back in the garden this evening, and it cursed me out and refused to cooperate.

Frondly, Fern

Re-taking The Hill. Again.

Blessings Darlings!

Dreams last night were frustrating but immensely informative. In them I took on every single task other folks gave me. Every . Single . One . Of . Them . I also had my repetitive dream of 'driving a vehicle so big that I can't see the street to steer and drive over other vehicles'.

Time to re-assert sovereignity over my life and time. I've been slipping on that again.  

 

Yeah, I slip on this with GREAT regularity.  Okay - it's not 'great' for me.  It sucks for me, and is a habit ingrained from childhood.  I'm not going to bore myself by citing some of the examples.

So today I'm back to setting time limits on housework, on cruising the internet for other folks, etc.  Freed time is for MY goals - food gardening (yes, even in winter), writing, study, exercise, planning healthier meals for myself, etc.

Gotta run - it's going to start raining again soon, and I need to get stuff done in the garden before it does.

Frondly, Fern

Pagan Dreaming

Blessings Darlings!

So in my dreams this morning ...

First remembered dream, I was back in grade school.  Which was not a fun time.  I came out of the restroom into the classroom and could not recall which was my desk. There were no visual signs - no backpacks, no books/pencils on an empty desk, etc.  I admitted I couldn't recall, but didn't get any crap.

Then there were fires in the area, along with flooding from thunderstorms in denuded areas.  I went to look at the near by river, and saw a bear on fire.  I 'willed' it to go into the stiller water to put out the fire.  It did, then came over.  It was a very small, young bear, and it's coat was very like a sheep's coat.  I took it back to the school for the school nurse to help (had to put a collar on it to have it come along!)  I was then sent to room D-1 for something.

Later, I was magically avenging something, a death of a relative.  Related to going out a hotel window into a fire. This somehow involved dealing with an A/C unit. That was part of a seat in a movie theater.  I gathered the materials I needed.  Then got together with Kerian Nox (who had her own doom to deal) and Shae McQuoid.   And then Pagan Illini somehow joined the dream, meeting in a university owned camping site .... which I was sure was D-1.  I turned to lady bugs to spread the word, getting in touch with them using some bushes that I was sure my father had had planted outside the dream-version of the Jewish shul I attended as a child.  The Chubby Hubby helped me advertise the ritual I was doing (Keri's was not connected), which was to be Pagan interfaith.  Kevin Costner drove by in a pick up truck, and was going to return for the ritual. 

Dream Worlds

Blessings, Darlings!

The more you track you dreams, the more you are likely to see familiar and repeating layouts and figures in your dream world.

I 'know' a person online who has been writing about her dream worlds for year. While it can make starting to read her blog difficult (in most places deep knowledge of what she's posted before really helps), there are times when story arcs begin and those places are where her blog is most accessible.

So, to enter a coherent and pretty well-mapped dream world of one individual, I give you Three Different Ways: http://threedifferentways.katalytis.com/2012/05/the-gathering/ at a place where the first three posts can stand alone, but the story arc comes back in a big way over the rest of the year.

 Frondly, Fern

Dreaming of cookies.

Blessings, Darlings!

Weird dreams. The intersection of 'Tara and Frank, in Chicago' (or north suburbs?) was important.  Gathering wild bamboo shoots was important.  But they were not shaped like they really are.  And ... oddest of all .... Roman Catholic communion wafers that were shaped sort of like palmiers but had the image of crucified body on them, but often just skeletons, colored differently each which  might have related to the Loa or to chakras - it wasn't my path, either Christian or Eastern or Afro-Caribbean, so I didn't examine it closely.  And we were getting cookies from a Jewish Temple as well.  But the hosts HAD been consecrated at a Mass, and I was surprised that they were being handed out in bulk.

The oddest part is that I so rarely remember any of my dreams at all.  Maybe it's the influence of tomorrow's full moon?  Or the siren call of cookies? 

Frondly, Fern

Dreams

Blessings, Darlings!

My Spawn had one of those really neat dreams recently, that I'm going to steal for a magical working soon.

In his dream, he was playing video games (yes, he's a young male through and through).  As is so often the case, the character he was playing had the option of buying some tools/skills.  One of the options was to buy 60 dreams.  He bought that.

Apparently, since that time, he's been remember his dreams FAR more than ever before in his life.

I'm wondering what he paid for this ability, mind you.  Still, this concept is one I can work with!

Frondly, Fern