With the Full Moon now behind us, and waning nightly, my dreams are starting to come back. Last night's dream was very strange, even for me. Here it is:
I am with a group of people, and there is a feeling that we are all involved in some type of protest, maybe even to the point of anarchy. We are marching and chanting (although about what, I have no idea), and I find myself walking next to a large blond man who I know is gay. We joke and jest with each other, when he suddenly picks me up and pretends to ravish me. We laugh, knowing it's all in good fun as we hug each other.
Our play separates us from the rest of the group, and now we find ourselves in a house that is set up like a laboratory. As we walk through it, we marvel that there are no people there, until we get into one of the back rooms. (This is where the dream becomes strange and something out of an Sci-Fi movie.)
As we walk into that back room, I find my companion fading out of my vision and consciousness, until I am alone. At the same time, I see that there is another figure lurking in the shadows. I call out, saying I'm not here to harm anyone, and slowly, the figure comes out into the light. I am rather shocked to see that it's my youngest son. As is the way of dreams, I instinctively know that he is the lead scientist here, but something has gone horribly wrong. From his shoulders and face there are some thick, black growths, like hairs of a spider. They move independently and are undoubtedly now part of him.
He looks scared, but again as is the way of dreams, we both accept this as fact. He tells me that the experiment he was working on took on a life of its own (literally!), and he had somehow became merged with it. He tells me that since this happened, he is also dealing with increased intelligence which he is having problems keeping up with.
I look at him calmly and tell him that spiders are carriers of wisdom, and that soon he will understand what has happened. He tells me there is more, and takes me further into the lab. On the wall, I see vines of black branches and leaves that are also attached to small, long tubes of something that is glowing green. Where this joining takes place, the spider-like hairs are growing. Sitting in the corner are three small children who also have these growing out of their shoulders and head. They look at me with steady gaze that makes them look much more than their young years.
Suddenly, they start making a buzzing noise, like bees. A light of understanding comes over their faces, as they realize that somehow, they have also become telepathic, as does my son.
It doesn't take long, being in that environment, that I feel my shoulder itch, and see a thin black barbed hair start to grow from there. I do not feel panic, but realize that this is the next stage of evolution for us, and soon, most of the population will be affected in this way. Strangely, I feel sorry for those who will not change, for they are the ones who will not evolve past where they are now. I watch as another, and then another spider hair springs from me, and I join in the buzzing noise with the children.
But here I feel nothing but frustration - because I know I am supposed to be mentally joined with them, and am not. I buzz louder, but to no effect. I get a vague impression from my son that because I am an adult, this will take longer, but it will happen.
I wake up with a combined feeling of frustration and calm acceptance.
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