BANNERS ON MOUNTAINS, CHILDREN'S DORMITORIES

I find myself flying over mountains where a fair amount of activity is going on. As I look around me, I realize that I'm in some kind of small aircraft, and not flying on my own volition.  That makes me feel a bit disappointed, but I have no time to dwell on this because I'm more interested in what is going on below me.


The mountain cliffs are very close to a large body of clear dark blue water.  There is also a strand of dark green trees just by the base of the cliffs, which are in various shades of gray and brown, and sculpted into vertical waves by the brisk winds.  The sky is a deep powder blue with fast-moving fluffy white clouds.  My attention is drawn to the many people that are scaling the cliffs, like ants around an ant-hill, and once they are all on the top, they wave to us, as the plane loops around and flies by again.  


A signal is given and suddenly huge banners start unrolling down the cliff faces.  They're beautifully designed in royal blue and white, and remind me of the Greek flags.  Once they're all unrolled, by some trick or another, the banners begin to dance by being folded into pleats which change the graphics into different pictures.  


Before I can determine what these pictures represent, I find myself transported to the mountain top and in a beautiful pine forest.  The air is rich with the pine aroma - I inhale deeply, and continue along the narrow path.  I feel as though I've been here before, but can't quite remember when.  Eventually I come to a building that is obviously a school of some sort.  It is large and rambling, there are children running around in the well-kept grounds, and seeing this I remember that I am to have a tour here.  Inside, I am taken to the very top floors where the dormitories are.  There are about four large, long rooms that are equipped with bunk-style beds, the top bunk having an extension of curved railing at the head, which accommodates the pillows.  Each bed is made up with a colourful quilt, each one of different design.   


Before I have a chance to have a good look, a door opens and a small elderly woman enters.  Her silver hair is pulled back into a severe bun and she is dressed in almost a uniform-style gray dress, but in spite of her stern appearance and no-nonsense attitude, she is warm and friendly, and anxious to show off her domain.  It is obvious she is the "den mother" to the many children.  My only concern is that the dormitories would be very hot in the summer, and as I voice this, a little girl skips through and says that it's as hot as 90 degrees.  Another child says that it's really much hotter, but neither seem overly distressed over it.


I continue with my tour...

BELTAIN SACRIFICES

Well, here we are half way between Imbolc and Oestara, and I'm already dreaming of Beltain!  I remember very little of the dream, more like a couple of images and feelings. Here it is:


I am in an old house and am busy with preparations for an upcoming ritual.  There are other people there too, and I know they are also busy, but none are with me at that moment.  Before me I have fragrant branches, flowers and herbs, which I'm tying into bundles with colourful ribbons.  I am also vaguely aware of some robes hanging behind me, beautifully made from semi-sheer fabrics - emerald green, sapphire blue, ruby red, royal purple, golden yellow, and vibrant orange.  


My basket is full of the botanical bundles, and I take them outside.  In an empty space, a circle that is marked with stones, is a pole gaily bedecked with ribbons.  "The Maypole", I think to myself.  But instead of being happy to see it, I feel a sense of doom.  I am reluctant to approach it, but know I must.  I lay my bundles carefully on the stones all around the pole. 


A young girl is brought out.  She is dressed in white with a circlet of flowers on her head and is carrying a kitten.  Her escort is a group of women all wearing the robes I know were in the house.  It would have made a beautiful picture had I not known that the young maiden and kitten were going to be burned as a Beltane sacrifice.  She is placed by the pole and without being tied, stands amidst the ribbons and flowers, awaiting her doom.


The dream shifts, it is now much later in the day and the sun is setting.  I have a strong feeling, like a memory, that something has not gone right, that the sacrifice was not offered.  Someone asks me if there are any more kittens, and I remember seeing some in the house, but say nothing.  Nothing more is seen of the girl.  Everything is in turmoil.


I feel I need to leave this place and get my cart ready.   It is heaped high with all sorts of possessions that I needed for the long journey.  One man from the crowd approaches me, and in a pretense of helping me secure it all, quickly shows me rolls of fabrics that are the same as the dresses were made from.  There is great significance in this, a mystery, but I am unable to grasp it at the moment.  I am also aware that the sapphire blue fabric is missing from the rolls.  That too is significant, and something to be pondered as I go on the road.


Suddenly, a commotion by the house draws my attention away from my plans.  A middle-aged blond, plump woman walks out wearing the blue robe and imperiously summons us all with a wave of her hand.  She looks haughtily around and declares, "Since the sacrifice this morning went so awry, I shall become your new sacrifice!"  I am stunned to recognize her as my teacher, elder and initiator.  I also recognize that what she is doing is even more wrong than the original sacrifice.  She is changing all the rules.  There is something very manipulative and controlling in the way she talks and commands.  


I do not join the others, but quickly make my way along the darkening road.

CONSTRUCTION OF NEW OFFICE SPACE and PLANNING A WEDDING

I am in a half-completed section of a high-rise.  The floor that we (whoever "we" may be) are to be occupying is divided into several levels, which includes a large swimming pool. Rooms are divided with beautifully etched glass walls, all of them works of art in themselves.


I am in my office, working on the opening ceremonies, which would include a spiritual ritual, and that is supposed to take place in the pool room.  I am visualizing how to set everything up to best include the reflective light of the water, and decide to see the pool itself, and am absolutely shocked at its condition.  It is filled with all sorts of debris and I am very afraid of having all the vents clogged up.  Upset, I go to find the man, the supervisor, who is responsible for the construction.  


He is in the front office, a huge space that is also least finished.  The floors are not laid, the walls are still in need of being painted.  There are boards laying neatly in one corner.  But the floor to ceiling windows are solidly in place, overlooking a beautiful panorama of the city sparkling in the sunlight.  He is talking with someone that looks familiar, and after a moment or so, I recognize my friend Gil.  I approach them, and voice my concerns about the pool.


To my surprise, the two men look at each other and begin to laugh.  This upsets me more, but they assure me all is fine.  The supervisor, who is a tall man with jet-black hair, walks with me back to the pool, and shows me that the entire surface is covered with a fine net into which holds an abundance of sacred herbs and botanicals.  He also shows me how easy it is to remove the net, leaving the waters untouched and clean.  I now see bundles of sage, parsley, dill and tarragon, as well as flowers like roses, lilies, and carnations.  How lovely the pool suddenly looks!


We go back to the main room.  The supervisor leaves me half-way there and as I continue to make my way there, I see another menace.  Two men who I know are not part of the crew, are making their way through the rooms.  They carry hammers with them, but I know these are to do harm with, not to help build.  I hurry and inform Gil of their approach, and in typical Gil fashion he turns to observe them.  With a sweep of his arms, they suddenly find themselves disarmed and in the hands of security.  Well, I think to myself, Gil can do "real" magic after all!!


Now, I am meeting with a couple to discuss their wedding.  Even in the midst of the dream I see this as something that I will be doing very soon - we concentrate our talk on the fact that there will actually be two weddings - one formal, the other more relaxed.  

Swimming Team and Old Friends

I remember two distinct dreams from last night, and I don't believe that the two were connected in any way.  


Dream 1 - I have started a new job with a law enforcement place.  I'm unsure if this is a police station or a security office, but there is a sense of great discipline there.  I am told I need to pick a physical exercise slot, and choose to go on a swim team.  In talking with the instructor, I tell him that it's been a long time since I was in a pool and will need to build up my stamina.  He suggested I work on swimming widths to get started.  I feel relief that I will not be pushed beyond my limit at this stage.  I also feel excitement and anticipation at the prospect of this new venture.


Dream 2 - There is excitement in the air, and I am rushing around to prepare for a ritual.  I become aware that I, along with the group, are in what appears to be a university dormitory, more specifically, in the common area.  There is an elevator to my left, the large room is furnished with bookshelves, couches, easy chairs and scattered small tables.  One of the larger tables has been appropriated to serve as an altar and I am making the final adjustments to it.  The altar is covered with an ivory cloth and the candles are a soft beige and fragrant beeswax.


There's a ripple of heightened excitement as a lady of grand presence makes her appearance.  I almost fall to my knees as I recognize Baroness Fiona.  She is dressed in very rich heraldic garb, but the heraldry is unknown to me, even though it carries the colours of Rising Waters.  She carries a long staff and is adorned with a crown of silver inset with large emeralds.  Her smile .is warm and generous and she greets me with the same spirit of love and welcome she has always exhibited.  I embrace her, wondering how it is she has come back, recalling all to well her funeral and memorial of so many years ago.


Before I could ask, the elevator door opens, and a man steps out.  He too is extraordinary - his hair and beard is long, thick and snow-white.  He wears a braid down his back and his beard is also braided in an intricate way.  His robes are of rich ivory brocade, ecclesiastical at first glance, but not of any church.  Upon his head is a wreath of ivy and wheat, and in his hands he carries an arrangement of orange candles that will go on the altar.  The colour combination of ivory and orange is absolutely breathtaking.  


In the awed hush that is commanded by his presence he seeks me out to specifically tell me that the braids contain certain powerful names.  These are to be released at a certain time in the ritual by me unbraiding first his back braid, and then his beard.  That one, he tells me, will have my True Name.


He and Fiona stand side by side, and I do indeed drop to my knees now, overpowered by the power and majesty of The God and Goddess together.

Hillbilly Vampires

Unfortunately, I cannot remember many details of last night's dream.  What I do remember is more of the mood and emotions that it evoked.  Here's what I can remember:


I am in a university setting, either registering for classes or just between classes.  I have to go outside and into another building.  It is very, very dark outside - no streetlights, or illuminated windows, no moon or stars overhead.  I can barely see the shapes of the trees and buildings around me, but I am familiar with the path, and begin to confidently walk along it.  It occurs to me that it is also empty, with nobody else around, and I find this strange.  


As I walk along, I sense that there are people ahead, and in spite of myself, I feel some relief.  However, it is very short-lived, because in a flash, I am overcome by a group.  


This is all I can remember clearly - the rest of the dream was a jumble of images of the classic neck-biting and blood-letting.  I seem to recall that this group was led by a woman, a matriarch of sorts, but all of them, including their leader, appeared to be rough and uncouth.  Somewhere along the line, the term "Hillbilly Vampires" was mentioned.  Predominant colours were black with splashes of vibrant red, but given the nature of this dream, that was to be expected.  Somehow, as the dream went on, it began to acquire elements of comedy.


Fear and unease were the main emotions at the beginning, giving way to resignation (not sure if I actually was "turned", killed, or left untouched), and finally laughter. 

Nap Dream - Of Squirrels and Millipedes...

I am walking up the stairs to an apartment (it feels like it's my place but something totally different from what I've moved into).  The place is arranged nicely and is large and sunny.  I settle into an easy chair and before long, start to nod off.  My feet are propped up on the couch which is full of cushions, and I'm feeling very comfortable. 


Suddenly, I feel something move and squeak right in that pile of cushions.  I jerk my feet back but not before something furry brushes against them.  "A mouse!", I think, as I stand hastily up.  The cushions move again, and now I see a small black furry head peaking out, and recognize it as a little squirrel.  It moves quite slowly across the couch, trying to get away from me, and I immediately see that it is sick, very sick.  It gets to the couch arm, and tries to climb, but can't.  I want to help it get out, but know I can't simply pick it up, that it can still bite me in alarm.  The door is very close by, and I go  and open it, all the time making encouraging noises for it to leave.  With a valiant effort it finally half-falls to the floor and struggles outside.  Even though I know it will die soon, I also know it is best that it does so in its own natural environment.  In some corner of memory, I remember this, and that it's best not to interfere with such endings.


I walk back into the apartment and along the deep red carpet I see something else moving - it's a golden-beige millipede!  From head to tail it's about 6 inches long and with all the tufts of spiky fur all along the body.  About half way, the upper part of the body is upright, so when it scuttles along, there's an odd look of a dignified gentleman hurrying along.  


Dignified or not, I will not tolerate this, but just as I am about to stomp it, I become aware that the entire carpet is infested with these critters, some small, but none as large as the first one I saw.  This fills me with fury, and I begin to stomp on them.  Even realizing that I am wearing only sandals doesn't stop me.  Screaming as I do so, I squash every single one of these 'pedes until all I am left with is gooey puddles of mess all over the beautiful carpet.


Finally satisfied that they're all dead, I sink into the couch, shaking from the aftermath of this massacre.  

Dreams, Dreamers and Dreamwalkers

This blog will be dedicated to my continuing journaling of my dreams and any articles that may be of interest to this subject.

I also would welcome any comments and discussions this blog may inspire.

DREAMWALKER

June 2, 2000

Lidia Tremblay

I walk the dreams

The paths of worlds

And streams

    Of time

I march the roads

Flung-out by sleeping mind

And learn the codes

    Of wonder

I see the plains

Rivers, storms,

Healths and banes

   Of spirit

I talk with angels

Guides and Gods

While ghosts retell

   Of laughter

I stride past majesties

Of mountains, woods and dells

The ancient dynasties

   Of Cosmos

I fly between the stars

Dance among the pillars

And rainbow halls

   Of heavens

I awake, my dreams

Enshroud, surround me

Like a cloak

   Of perfect love, and perfect trust.