More strange dreams
Feb. 2nd, 2018 09:53 amA letter from my mother popped through the letterbox after my dream listed in my last recent dream diary entry. It is as I feared, she's in a low point of her cycle. I worry about her getting cold, and wish we lived nearer to her.
Last night, another bad dream.
A place, called Goth Garden or something, not a club... I didn't really know what it was, a country maybe? People painted their skin white and their hair black to get in, and most of them looked like 'No Face' in 'Spirited Away.' They all piled up on these harbour steps, that turned at the top, and then went though ornate gates. But I heard it whispered that these people were often taken from the steps before they got to the paying gate, and just drowned in the sea. And when I looked again at the harbour steps, there was no-one there, only 'No face' masks floating on the water. I went to pay to get in, with beautiful pieces of gold, only to find that some friends had stolen my choice pieces. I had plenty left, but it was still baffling to see that my favourite pieces had disappeared. Several religious icons remained, including a badger which I connected to St Basil of Russia.
There was a man asking me the way to the District line. I gave him correct instructions. There was a big family with 7 animals. I can't recall the rest.
Those poor masks on the water stayed with me.
So what is this about? Why am I so unsettled? It's not that bloody tree is it?
No idea what to do about it. Tomorrow, Wales and friends.
Last night, another bad dream.
A place, called Goth Garden or something, not a club... I didn't really know what it was, a country maybe? People painted their skin white and their hair black to get in, and most of them looked like 'No Face' in 'Spirited Away.' They all piled up on these harbour steps, that turned at the top, and then went though ornate gates. But I heard it whispered that these people were often taken from the steps before they got to the paying gate, and just drowned in the sea. And when I looked again at the harbour steps, there was no-one there, only 'No face' masks floating on the water. I went to pay to get in, with beautiful pieces of gold, only to find that some friends had stolen my choice pieces. I had plenty left, but it was still baffling to see that my favourite pieces had disappeared. Several religious icons remained, including a badger which I connected to St Basil of Russia.
There was a man asking me the way to the District line. I gave him correct instructions. There was a big family with 7 animals. I can't recall the rest.
Those poor masks on the water stayed with me.
So what is this about? Why am I so unsettled? It's not that bloody tree is it?
No idea what to do about it. Tomorrow, Wales and friends.