Pagan Thoughts

I just woke up from another one of my interesting recurring dreams.

I actually woke up about an hour earlier, but decided I wanted to sleep a little longer, and I’m very glad I did because this dream was a very interesting one.

In the dream, I was conscious of having the dream before; however, it was aware to me in the way that I’d explored this place before with some of my friends, which seems common now among UE dreams.

Anyway… there’s, like, an abandoned junkyard with a path that leads up to an abandoned mansion. It was dusk on a cloudy, cool day. I was there with about 6 other people; the only people I know for a fact were Jamie & some guy who’s a bit older than us. As we walked through the junkyard, I was reminiscing about where certain interesting cars that we’d played in/around last time- specificly a 60’s sportcar with a greenish-greyish color & rust-colored windows and a Mystery Machine replica, which we’d apparently shot at with paintballs for some reason the last time we’d visited. We also noticed from a distance a (what I call) "bubble car" (once of those newer, tiny little 1 person cars w/ 3 wheels & big windows all around) with blue tinted windows. We all made our way up the 15 or so steps into the big, dark house (3 or 4 stories high, & quite wide; I’d assume this was the back of the house - details in a min.) Once in the house, we walked down te hallway & stepped into a nearby room (which I’m assuming was now the front of the house) & decided we wished we’d brought flashlights (it was almost pitch black) & a knife (in case any weirdos were inside). I kept getting the feeling that someone else was in the house, but I kept that to myself. Suddenly, someone jumped out from the doorway we’d just entered through & started yelling like a monster & what not, & I screamed at the top of my lungs. It was the older guy we were with. I punched him in the arm a lot, lol. He pulled out 2 flashlights & gave me one. We examined the decrepit room we’d wandered into, noticing the wall in the corner was half fallen such that you could see into the next room from over there. We all noticed a clock high up on the wall across from the door; it was a pendulum clock, & it was still working but it seemed stuck at ?:30-ish. On the wall beneath the clock, the wall was stained as though something had dripped out of the clock, along the wall, & to the floor. The floor directly beneath the clock & the stain had a small hole (about 1/2 ft in diameter) where the floor was just falling apart. Someone in our group mentioned that they thought it could be a secret stash spot or something, even though the hole was obviously nature-made & not man-made. As I walked over to that side of the room to feed my curiousity, I heard the muffled sound of a dog barking. I noticed that there was a window next to the stain on the wall, but somewhat buried behind the debris from the fallen wall. I pulled the yellowed curtain open enough to peek outside, & saw a rot in the neighbor’s yard, chained up, & barking toward their backyard. I then looked down the street, which looked like a nice neighborhood along a small highway, leading to a large lake fairly far off in the distance. I then shined my flashlight through the hole in the floor & saw another rot in the basement, seemingly chained up. It didn’t look up at me. I told my friends that I saw it in the basement, & they asked if that was what was barking, & I said no. Next thing I know, we’re in a dim but lit up room, sitting around a big table eating a meal. The older guy was wandering around the room. I remember there being green beans on Jamie’s plate, & she asked me if I thought they were still good, & I said I thought they were but wasn’t completely sure. Then we heard a noise that sounded like a dolphin sound & I started freaking out & telling everyone to grab their stuff & get going. Apparently that noise meant the thing that lived in the basement was awake & angry, lol.

And so I awoke, excited from my movie-like dream

I just remembered a portion of one of my dreams… I was in an empty (but not abandoned) house somewhere. It looked like my apartment, but larger & with nothing in it. I remember feeling a need to cleanse the house, and I had raised my hands in the air, asking for someone or something to help me in cleansing.

Well, in one dream, all I can remember is a large, old, rose-colored book with the word "faeries" written on it. It wasn’t a normal book, however- I traced a small rectangle on the cover, and the rectangle began to glow…and that was it.

In a second dream, I was in a dark blue car, and it was in an accident, flipping over & over a bunch of times. All I know is that I survived.

In a third dream, I remember a small parade which I was following to try & hear someone specific sing. It started in a small outside subway looking area, and then it went down a street. I was with someone, who was also trying to hear this person sing. We ended up a little too far behind, by the drummers, and so we ran up by the person we wanted to hear. This occured outside, down what seemed to be by my dad’s house. When we stopped to hear the person sing, we were back at the subway looking thing, and it was very brief, but very lovely. And the show was over. Nobody really seemed to be into the whole thing, including the people participating in the parade.

In the final dream that I can recall, I was at what looked like my gramma’s house (as far as layout), but a whole bunch of people I supposedly knew lived there. They handed me a letter from someone who’s in jail, who I didn’t even know. So, I asked someone I’d supposedly gone to school with who he was. They said they didn’t know. Suddenly, the guy called the house, and talked to someone who knew him. Then, he asked to talk to me, so I talked to him for a little while. And that was about all, except, I remember having a picture of Felicia (who also happened to be there) with some redheaded girl, and I said to her "hey! I have a picture of you!", and I showed her the picture.

Strange things go on in my mind when I don’t even realize, haha…

Pixie Stardust/light/fly/burst - that’s the ‘magickal’ name that came to mind in a dream, lol

I know I had a couple of weird dreams. The only one I remember, though, I was with Maria at some arabian marketplace, but it was also the home of a couple of guys. We were ducking around trying to figure out how to get out the back of the place without being seen by the one guy; but once we finally got to the back, we realized there was another guy by the opening. So, we had to hurry back up out the front without either guy seeing us. I think we may have stolen some stuff, because I remember having something somewhat large, & it kept getting caught on clothes & fabrics that were hanging. Once we got out, we suddenly were at her parents’ house, but it was much larger than it really is. We were sitting in her room, having a good laugh about the situation, and I remember telling her "my damn ____ kept getting caught on stuff!!" Then her mom came into her room & started yelling at her about doing something with some of her clothes, and Maria said she didn’t want to bother with it right now. So, her mom started taking all the clothes off the hangers & throwing them on the floor, saying she was going to get rid of it all. Except it was all my clothes, and so I started picking everything up. The only thing I remember recognizing was a blue tie dye tank top I’ve had for years.

Well, I remember a scene where I was sitting alone in the back of a subway car; there didn’t seem to be anyone else in the car at all.

I remember a very active, abstract painting, where all the bold colors were in the center of the painting- it may have been a house in the center, because I remember it being a rectangular figure.

And I was on a mission with, like, 5 other people. All I remember is a girl with long blond hair & turquoise streaks sitting directly in front of me in a car, with her head tilted as though she was falling asleep; a male presence sitting to my left, possibly afro-americo; and a female presence driving. I know we had just witnessed a murder (by handgun), and whoever had done it planned on leaving the body there. I remember thinking ‘that’’s not how we’ have done things; we always at least dispose of the body’. We were driving to another murserous situation. It was nighttime, and rainy out.

I had a few interesting dreams. One, I can’t remember who I was with, but it was an older man & woman (possibly my Uncle Kenny & Aunt Delores), & we were just leaving a thrift store. Well, it had the feel of thrift store, but it looked really cluttered w/ high walls, like Super Flea. As we were leaving, we passed a woman walking around with a purple, lacey thong on a hanger. She was with a man (they both looked to be in their late 20’s-early 30’s; the woman had somewhat short, crimpy, dyed burgundy hair)  & she’d put it on her head for a second, so I gave her a weird look. So did the guy I was with. As we got outside, he started going off about how weird the lady was & I had to hush him & nudge him to look behind because she was right behind us. So, as we were walking to our car, I looked to the left at the rest of the plaza & saw a grocery store & a photo developping place. I’d remembered that I had a roll of film to develop, but decided to get the people I was with home before going there, mainly because I didn’t want to be with them anymore.
In another setting (perhaps the dining room in the following dream), I remember being with my Uncle Kenny, Uncle Ronny, & my gramma. My gramma was complaining to me about how Kenny never listens to her, & she yelled out his name to prove that he wouldn’t respond. Which he didn’t. Uncle Ronny came around te corner & said "what?!", joking around with her as though she called for him. I then told gramma that Uncle Kenny has hearing problems, and she said "oooh", as though she didn’t know.
The last dream I remember occured at what (I’m assuming) was supposed to be Angela’s old house on Mapleton. I was there with Angela, Mikey & Eric, and a bunch of people I didn’t recognize. We were planning on going outside to smoke a bowl; and, at first, I thought it was too cold out, but when I looked outside it was like a cool spring afternoon, with partial sun, as though the sun was just setting. I told them I wanted to make myself a sandwhich & I’d be right out, & they said ok. I started making my sandwhich & I realized I had to get something from the basement. So, I went downstairs, & some (teenage) boy was down there playing a video game. Shortly after I’d gotten down there, he turned the game off. I asked him something like "you sick of it already?" and he said "yea", but it seemed like a ‘flirting’ type of conversation. I grabbed the seasoning (or whatever it was) that I needed & headed back upstairs. I was also looking for a place to sleep & plug the internet into my laptop for later. By the time I’d gotten outside, it was pretty much dark. I sat down at a picnic table in the backyard with Eric, Mikey & Angela, and Angela started ragging on me for taking my sweet time. Eric was drawing something, Mikey was painting something, and Angela was reading a book. So, we all smoked out of this nice, big, thick, purple green & black pipe, & Mike & Eric left, so me & Angela started talking. The rest of the dream is a little hazy, but I remember sitting in the dining room (which pretty much looked like the one in my apartment now) on my laptop; and I remember someone (probably Cassie) giving me a tarot reading. I remember doing a set of 10 cards- the first was "death", the second was "justice" (or something like that), and I don’t remember the faces of the rest of the cards.

The only part of a dream that I remember from my last slumber was: someone I knew (I can’t remember who) was Jabba the Hut, and was eating animals (like cats & dogs) & small children…

I’d come across 2 articles/sites mentioning dreaming today, so I thought I should start a category about dreaming… One site, my bf introduced to me; about lucid dreaming. He has lucid dreams all the time, & finds it interesting that I’ve never been able to do it. I never really knew it existed, heh. But, sometimes, I do realize that I’m dreaming. Like, when I hit the snooze alarm 50 billion times, every time I lay back down I have a mini dream, & I’m usually looking around like "what the fuck is going on in my head?!" Lol. Another site I came across on CS was about how dreams are a form of reality, or perhaps your spirit visiting the spirit world. I was taught in psychology that dreams are most likely your brain’s way of digesting the day’s information. Which kind of makes sense, but…using that theory to explain my dreams?! Far from any possible means of digesting information. I’ll explain the scenery of 2 of my dreams, both of which seem to follow the idea of the spiritual world…

Two main sceneries pop up once in a while. One is of a 4 story mansion, with many many different rooms, and many different things going on in each room. Lots of sullen people, but some bright ones. There’s also a fairly large, cluttered backyard, with a battered car & playset. And it’s always a foggy, cloudy day. The other scenery is of a set of large, almost castle-like buildings.