Becoming
October 14th, 2006, 09:44 PM
I keep having dreams where I meet people associated with my beliefs in them, over the last year or so. I keep a dream log, so here is my latest dream. I just thought I would post it because its neat, but if anyone has any comments about it, feel free to interpret.
10/13/06
I was in some sort of little city filled with small shops. I was with my brother and my husband, but they had gone in a different direction than I. After poking around a bit, I decided to go into a small, metaphysical/hippie store. I remember some small drums on the floor when I entered, and a whole lot of knick knacks. I saw a wall with hemp jewelry on it, and I decided to look through the lot. I found a bunch for $1.75, little hemp bracelets and the like, and found one that looked like one I have made in the past. It had one row (I think about 7 beads) of amber/gold colored beads, (which does stand for something, I just can’t remember at this time). I think I bought something from this store. I then set out across the little city, in search of my husband and brother. I crossed over the top of a little hill, and noticed there was a circle of four young women, busy casting a circle. They were singing, and it was a beautiful sound. Not wanting to interrupt, I said “excuse me” as I passed behind them. A lady turned around and greeted me. She then gave me a handful of glass stones, rough, that also could have been really clear quartz crystal, that seemed to be painted bright colors on the bottom halves, and then capped over the colors with gold. She told me they were a gift. Somehow, I knew the name of their coven was ‘The Dead Circle”. When she gave me the glass stones, I thanked her and pulled out a black bag with a pentagram on it that I had bought from the little store. I told her it was perfect to put these stones in. She seemed a little surprised at the pentagram, so I explained that I was a solitary practitioner. I thanked her again, and we then parted ways. I kept walking, and finally found my husband at the entrance to the city, sitting on a bench. I asked where my brother was, and he said in the tattoo shop, getting tattooed. He told me I should get the same tattoo, also. I went inside and saw my bother. He was getting tattooed on the inner side of his right forearm, and it was a design that had a rectangle, with alternating white and blue bands. Inside of the bands, it said “Chris ‘n Jess, the hosts of this visit, will always buy me Rolling Rock’. I thought there was no way I was going to get this tattooed. I remember thinking to ask him if he even likes Rolling Rock beer. I felt a cold wind on my back, and turned to find I was standing in front of a fan. I then realized it was kind of hot in there. I asked my brother why he was getting this particular tattoo, and he said, “Well you know, I have to be different”.
10/13/06
I was in some sort of little city filled with small shops. I was with my brother and my husband, but they had gone in a different direction than I. After poking around a bit, I decided to go into a small, metaphysical/hippie store. I remember some small drums on the floor when I entered, and a whole lot of knick knacks. I saw a wall with hemp jewelry on it, and I decided to look through the lot. I found a bunch for $1.75, little hemp bracelets and the like, and found one that looked like one I have made in the past. It had one row (I think about 7 beads) of amber/gold colored beads, (which does stand for something, I just can’t remember at this time). I think I bought something from this store. I then set out across the little city, in search of my husband and brother. I crossed over the top of a little hill, and noticed there was a circle of four young women, busy casting a circle. They were singing, and it was a beautiful sound. Not wanting to interrupt, I said “excuse me” as I passed behind them. A lady turned around and greeted me. She then gave me a handful of glass stones, rough, that also could have been really clear quartz crystal, that seemed to be painted bright colors on the bottom halves, and then capped over the colors with gold. She told me they were a gift. Somehow, I knew the name of their coven was ‘The Dead Circle”. When she gave me the glass stones, I thanked her and pulled out a black bag with a pentagram on it that I had bought from the little store. I told her it was perfect to put these stones in. She seemed a little surprised at the pentagram, so I explained that I was a solitary practitioner. I thanked her again, and we then parted ways. I kept walking, and finally found my husband at the entrance to the city, sitting on a bench. I asked where my brother was, and he said in the tattoo shop, getting tattooed. He told me I should get the same tattoo, also. I went inside and saw my bother. He was getting tattooed on the inner side of his right forearm, and it was a design that had a rectangle, with alternating white and blue bands. Inside of the bands, it said “Chris ‘n Jess, the hosts of this visit, will always buy me Rolling Rock’. I thought there was no way I was going to get this tattooed. I remember thinking to ask him if he even likes Rolling Rock beer. I felt a cold wind on my back, and turned to find I was standing in front of a fan. I then realized it was kind of hot in there. I asked my brother why he was getting this particular tattoo, and he said, “Well you know, I have to be different”.