Image from a dream on the morning of October 31, 2004, after attending a Wiccan celebration of Samhain the night before:
Witches who had the tip of their middle finger ceremonially amputated as a means to power.
From this dream image was born the cult of the Vardysts. My thanks to Ethan for contributing the ideas of the gemstones and the armorial leather undergarments with embossed and inset talismans.
Words from a dream on the morning of September 25, 2002:
The answers we get in our quest for being depend on what we ask.
This seemed to say to me a little more than it seems simplistically to say, which is just that what we seek determines what we find. Because of the qualifier in our quest for being, I thought it meant that what we choose to seekthat is, the actual questions we askacts as a determiner of what we become. In that sense, our questions make us what we are.
As usual, I dont know if this statement is true or even if I necessarily believe it. To interpret or explain a particular notion is not necessarily to own it.
|Words verbatim from a dream; they
almost immediately found their way into a short story entitled “T’shanga,” which
may or may not be found elsewhere on this site. The story was half-written
at the time, and the dream delivered a key line. The title “T’shanga” came
from a dream the following night. I expect my unconscious to earn its keep.
|Message: travel light|
|After trip to Boston, January 1997: |
|Message: less pain|
|These words came straight out
of a dream on the night of April 17, 2000, unedited (caps and all): |
Pains Become Old Pains: Torture Yourself Less.
I was tempted to smooth or change the first part a little bit (“Pain becomes old pain”; or “Pain fades”; or even just “Life is short”), but I didn’t. I like the second part as it is. It doesn’t say don’t torture yourself, just do it less.
|I read this dream poem in a great and ancient leatherbound book seen
by the light of a candle. I was about 13. |
|Title of a book seen in an early-morning
dream, September 27, 1999: |
The Well of Magical Desire
For an expansion of this idea, see Thinking Thoughts.
|From a dream at Christmas 2000:
Residential passenger cars. A family could own, rent, or share an entire car of a passenger train, much as the wealthy did once upon a time, and actually live in it as a principal place of residence. It would be roomier than a mobile home, and certainly more mobile than most of them. Residents could work out a railway schedule that would take them on regular routes with stopovers to allow for shopping, doctor and dentist appointments, and recreation and to permit children to meet regularly with teachers. This would not do for most people, of course, but for those that love a life on the road and may be achieving it now with RVs or trailers, it would provide a stable alternative without the necessity of driving and with much more space and freedom of movement. In my dream, I was traveling on a train that had several of these cars at the end, and I had a chance to observe how appealing the accommodations and lifestyle were.
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