A series of dreams last night left me wondering what the hell I've been thinking/drinking.
I was visiting someone in a near-city environment...no in the city, but not really in the country. A sort of grotto area was screened in, partially...it seemed to be almost a cave that had opened up to the outside world as the walls had worn away. The ceiling was solid stone, as was the floor. At one end, a pocket in the ceiling seemed to be the remnants of the cave.
A bug of some kind made a racket in this pocket and everyone looked up to see it. Soon, a bat swooped in from inside the pocket and ate the bug. Then, just seconds later, as the bat clung to the ceiling, a very small hawk swooped in and attacked the bat...it had the bat in its talons and was tearing at it with its sharp beak when a possum seemed to spring up from behind it out of nowhere and grabbed the little hawk in its mouth. Then, almost immediately, a pair of wolves sprang from behind the possum and tore the possum from its perch, tearing it to pieces between them. This all happened in just seconds, but the people in this open-air, screened cave seemed transfixed by what was going on and were unable to move. I remember feeling fear, but more than that, I felt like all of us were in line in the food chain...and that something would be there soon to get at the wolves and then, at us.
The dream seemed to last for hours, but I know it was quick and it may have evolved in my memory since I had the dream last night.
This dream seems to have a message, unlike most of my dreams, but I'm afraid to learn what it is. I don't think I want to know.
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Wow! That's quite a dream! It does seem like a "message" type of dream -- a very strange and unsettling one. It almost sounds mythical, doesn't it?
I've been having some absolutely wild dreams of my own lately. The one a couple of nights ago was of a very cruel and ugly-looking white bull with down-turned horns, like the brahma type bulls used in rodeo bull-riding. It was chasing me on a beach and I had to overturn a heavy wooden picnic table and turn it on its side to hold off the bull. Don came along and I told him to grab a metal cage that was lying nearby, and to smash the bull on the head with it. As he did so, I realized it was a lobster trap and we must be in Nova Scotia. He didn't hit the bull hard enough, and it just got even madder. I grabbed the trap and bashed the bull very hard in the face. That was the end of the dream. The only interpretation I've come up with is that it has something to do with our plan to retire and move to Nova Scotia sometime soon. Things at Don's workplace have turned into an absolute mess over the past couple of weeks and we're currently trying to make some decisions about what to do. I think the bull is his workplace, and the lobster cage is our "escape". Just a guess of course.
Bev, it's amazing what dreams can seem to mean...I don't know whether to believe them or not. I have a dream to move to Nova Scotia...my one trip there made me fall in love with the area. I have never fallen so hard as I did when I visited there. Of course, I spent most of my short visit there in Halifax...but I just completely, totally, entirely fell in love with Nova Scotia. I want to go back. It's lovely, breathtaking, enchanting.
Maybe you should go back for a visit to see if you feel the same way now. We haven't spent too much time around Halifax, but one of my younger brothers lived there for 5 or 6 years. We spend most of our time hiking trails and walking beaches. It's the open spaces, the presence of so much of the older architecture, and the people as they seem not quite so caught up in the rat race going on elsewhere -- I think their priorities are a little more reality based than what is prevelant in most other places. I believe we could live there without any regrets in a heartbeat. We do have a nice place right where we are, but it's difficult to retire here with what's going on around us. Kind of stressful trying to figure out what to do -- which is probably what has been triggering some of my more anxious dreams.
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