Last night’s dream was a science fiction/horror
epic! I hope I can capture it here:
I’m camping in a cabin – the grounds look very much like
Mansfield Camping Site, where WiccanFest is held. There is a young man who is camping next to
me and we become friends. More than
friends, actually, there seems to be a huge connection between us, but nothing
romantic. We spend a lot of time
talking, exploring metaphysical mysteries, and in this way discover that
something very bad is happening.
Whatever this “bad” is still remains to be seen, but we’re both getting
visions of a man and a woman.
From the outside, they look like a normal couple, but the
more we examine these visions, the more we see beyond the “normal”, since they
now exhibit bright blue spiky hair and glowing eyes. They’re always together arm in arm and they’re
always laughing – but nothing they say is really funny. In fact it’s very hurtful.
Suddenly, I look up and see a huge moose coming towards
us. There’s something about it that reminds me of the Man/Woman duo. We get up and back away, and now see another
moose coming to join the first. Before
it can get to us, however, another man, a fellow-camper, runs up to it and
stabs it deeply in the left eye with a sharp stick. It’s horrible to watch it writhe in agony,
but we’re happy to see it die. The first
animal also starts to react with bucking and bellowing, until both of them lie
still. Someone in the background
announces that there will be moose steaks for supper this night, but we all nix
the idea, saying that we don’t know how deeply this bad energy runs through the
animals. We decide to cremate them
instead.
While the fire roars skyward, my companion and I suddenly
see something behind the flames, and go to investigate. It’s like a portal, and on the other side we
see a dark urban landscape. We step through this portal and find
ourselves on an empty street. Above us
are tall skyscrapers as far as the eye can see.
As we walk towards a dimly lit intersection, we see the Man and Woman
coming towards us. They’re laughing and
joking, still arm in arm, and I suddenly recognize the influence that brought
them to life – they look very much like a couple of characters from the
upcoming movie, “The Hunger Games”. But
there really is nothing funny about them; they’re more like caricatures, or malevolent
spirits that have taken on human forms.
I name them, “The Mad Couple”.
My companion and I run the other way. The streets have no one else on them, and
although we run, The Mad Couple behind us are strolling leisurely, but are
always the same distance away from us.
We cannot outrun them. As we turn
another corner, we see yet another portal and jump right through it. Immediately, we are immersed in a raging
blizzard of ice and snow. We find
ourselves standing on a subway or train platform that is packed full of
people. It is so crowded that we can
barely move. I feel the platform shift
beneath us, and we all are pitched forward.
It’s obvious that it broke from the weight of all the people and the ice
that has piled up on us all.
Slipping and sliding to the empty platform facing us, my
companion and I finally make it to relative safety. We do not see the Mad Couple any more, but
know they will eventually find us. As we
scramble through the treacherous blizzard and footing, we find a covered
tunnel, and as soon as we enter it, we emerge back at the camp grounds.
The carcasses are burned to ash, and it is now night
time. A few people see us emerge out of
nowhere, and although they are startled, they listen to our story with open
minds, and then run to gather everyone together again. Another fire is built and we begin to sing “We
All Come from the Goddess” as we join hands.
Sure enough, The Mad Couple emerges not too long
afterwards, but their smiles become frozen as they encounter a large body of
people all singing Goddess Praise. The
way behind them closes and they become trapped.
Softly, someone begins to laugh, and we all take up that joyful sound,
until everyone around the fire is laughing, hugging, loving, and totally
ignoring the strangers, who now just diminish and fade into nothingness.
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