Last night's dreams (there were two distinct ones) were filled with so much special effects that it was a bit overwhelming! At least the 2nd one was. Not sure how much I can actually remember but here goes:
I remember waking up at around 4:00 am and having trouble getting back to sleep. It is from this that I enter into the half-awake, half-asleep stage which is just perfect for taking flight. I close my eyes, and concentrate on sliding out of my body, and feel myself rising higher and higher. Not willing to break this concentration, I continue to float around with my eyes closed, but now make a concerted effort to go in the direction of the window. The only thing that tells me I successfully passed through the glass is a slight distortion in light through my eyelids. I am filled with delight because it has been a long time since this happened, and finally risk opening my eyes to find myself high above the apartment building looking down on the piece of lawn and towards the next street. I do not remember anything else of this dream.
Now I am in what appears to be a hotel. It is filled with people in wild costumes. I know that I'm at some kind of science fiction convention, and just as quickly I discover that I am to lead in a workshop of some sort. It puzzles me that I should feel so grumpy about it - in fact, I'm downright angry at having to do this. I go to get some materials ready, but am constantly interrupted by some guys dressed in post-apocalyptic costumes straight out of Mad Max. They are very annoying.
I finally give up and go to my room to rest. As I wake up from the nap, I know that I am not alone in the room, these men are there also, making a terrible racket. I turn to get out of bed and notice that the entire room has changed; it is much higher and larger than it was before and it has deteriorated to the point of collapse. The walls are now just flapping pieces of tar dark tar paper and I see the daylight seeping through the cracks. I yell at the young men to come and see this, but they just laugh and leave.
I too go into the main convention centre and once again try and get all I need for the workshop. Now, in addition to being in a bad mood, I am also very concerned about the safety of everyone because I see this same deterioration eroding the hotel walls everywhere, like a blight. I decide to leave the building and advised everyone to do the same.
Outside now, I am stunned to see that instead of sunshine, the sky is covered by thick, black, roiling clouds. Many of the tall buildings are already hidden in them. I walk quickly along the sidewalk and come to a small hill where some people are gathering. At the top of the hill is a woman with long black hair and white robe preparing to do a ritual. In front of her is an altar containing a large silver coffee urn and coffee cups. Above the rising wind, I hear her begin the ritual to the Great Goddess Caffiena, and think it ridiculous that she should choose to do this at the time when it looks like the world is coming to an end.
But I stay, because I know that silly or not, I am now inside the Sacred Circle. But I do watch as all around us mountains are being created by these clouds. And from these cloud mountains are twisters and whirlwinds and all sorts of manifestations of very, very severe weather. Lightening now begins to streak and arc between these columns. The Priestess falters in her chanting and everyone looks around as yet a new phenomenon appears.
The entire horizon is filled with people rising, and angels descending, like it's the Rapture. But it is like there is an energy barrier of some sort at about 100 feet off the ground. Any person that gets to it turns to stone, as does any angel that comes to it from above, and all come crashing down. Even more alarming is that all the clothing remains drifting until a ring of jeans, dressed, white angelic robes, etc., is seen circling around and around. I see one angel, particularly beautiful, a perfect concept of this heavenly being, try to fly higher and escape the border, but unable to do so. It turned to stone, and I was immediately reminded of the Stone Weeping Angels from Dr. Who.
None escape, except those who do not float up. There are many who still remain earthbound, including all of us who are in the Circle, as we continue to watch with horror and fascination the great Cosmic Elemental dance tearing our world apart.
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