Hello to you in your here and now. It’s a very chilly Sunday morning as I write to you. I hope this finds you well.
I don’t know if it’s because we finally got enough animal protein yesterday, it’s cooler at night for sleeping or just that Kyle was home and I felt safer but the dream factory was quite active.
The first dream I remember was something about a hotel and a hungry child, a little boy. This little boy had been relying on the now closed hotel for food, as had many others. It was being repurposed to another sort of living space. There was someone showing me the property and there was a screened in porch that magically expanded before my eyes. When we got to the kitchen the little boy was there. I told him I hoped some day he would have a good job and make lots of money so he wouldn’t be hungry anymore. The food left behind by the previous owners of the property was rotting. That was all there was to give the child was rotting food to eat.
(After reflecting on this dream, it seemed to almost be a story that is playing out before all of us. Our earth that we have relied on for all of our lives is being repurposed. The screened in porch makes me think of geoengineering, weather modification or spraying the sky to block the sun. The rotting food – well recently there has been a lot of vegetable recalls because of Listeria for example (http://www.cnn.com/2017/10/23/health/listeria-recall-vegetables/index.html). We are destroying the earth for which our survival depends and if we aren’t careful, all that is going to be left for our children is rotted food.)
The second dream.
Source is Internet: FFXIV Heavensward dragon Nidhogg whose sister’s eyes were taken and eaten by men for their power being stared down by one of his own eyes.
Source is Internet: FFXIV Archbishop Thordan VII
Source is Internet: Actor Anthony Hopkins with beard looking very much like FFXIV character Archbishop Thordan VII
29 Oct 2017 – the blue dragon is the first one Kyle and I picked out together at a market in Delaware and the one on the right was given to Kyle by his brother Mark and his wife Tami (used to be music box). Both have wizards.
29 Oct 2017 – our dragon figurine collection
29 Oct 2017 – Green fairy and dragon figurine I bought from the Christiana Mall in Delaware.
2005 journal drawing
What Listeria bacteria looks like
The dream was about a flood and people in the rising waters saw sparkling baby slippers and weren’t sure if they should take them from the unattended shop they were in front of. They took them. There was another shop with parts of a collection of heart jewelry and fairy figurines out front. The shop was attended and the woman collecting together the heart jewelry and fairy figurines was dissuaded from taking these items like the others in the flood. She was invited into the shop because somehow she had summoned a dragon in all this and the wizard in the shop took her to a private room and said, “You have managed to summon a dragon and you are going to show me precisely how you did it.”
(After reflecting on this dream, I know the woman in the dream is me as I have and like heart themed jewelry and have collected fairy and dragon figurines. I perceive the flood as being an analogy for what we are experiencing in our world and the choices different people make when faced with overwhelming odds. Some people choose to have children. Some people choose to loot and plunder….remember the pictures after Katrina? The dragon part has a lot to do with my long interest in Vlad Tepes, dragons and just last night moving further along in the FFXIV Heavensward expansion where the Archbishop Thordan VII reminds me of Anthony Hopkins who was a Dragon of sorts as Hannibal.
If you curious to learn about the FFXIV storyline, here are some links. I think you will find the story of the relationship between the dragons and humans to be all too familiar – the quest for power by whatever means, murder, betrayal and lies to quell the masses and keep them placated…from revolting:
If a man cannot atone for his sins in the course of his all-too-fleeting life, must his progeny then be held to account? Must every subsequent generation be judged as well?
—Archbishop Thordan VII
Do you know what sort of man becomes Lord Commander of the Temple Knights? One who comes from good stock. I did not, yet here I am. Now why do you suppose that is? Because I swiftly learned to tell the difference between words, deeds, and beliefs.
I am vengeance incarnate! I am Nidhogg! Thou shall die by my hand!
—Estinien, Nidhogg’s Shade
Henry Van Dyke
Henry Van Dyke (10 November 1852 – 10 April 1933 / Germantown, Pennsylvania)
Mother Earth – Poem by Henry Van Dyke
Mother of all the high-strung poets and singers departed,
Mother of all the grass that weaves over their graves the glory of the field,
Mother of all the manifold forms of life, deep-bosomed, patient, impassive,
Silent brooder and nurse of lyrical joys and sorrows!
Out of thee, yea, surely out of the fertile depth below thy breast,
Issued in some strange way, thou lying motionless, voiceless,
All these songs of nature, rhythmical, passionate, yearning,
Coming in music from earth, but not unto earth returning.
Dust are the blood-red hearts that beat in time to these measures,
Thou hast taken them back to thyself, secretly, irresistibly
Drawing the crimson currents of life down, down, down
Deep into thy bosom again, as a river is lost in the sand.
But the souls of the singers have entered into the songs that revealed them, –
Passionate songs, immortal songs of joy and grief and love and longing:
Floating from heart to heart of thy children, they echo above thee:
Do they not utter thy heart, the voices of those that love thee?
Long hadst thou lain like a queen transformed by some old enchantment
Into an alien shape, mysterious, beautiful, speechless,
Knowing not who thou wert, till the touch of thy Lord and Lover
Working within thee awakened the man-child to breathe thy secret.
All of thy flowers and birds and forests and flowing waters
Are but enchanted forms to embody the life of the spirit;
Thou thyself, earth-mother, in mountain and meadow and ocean,
Holdest the poem of God, eternal thought and emotion.