Sometime this morning, I woke up from an intense dream--second one this week and with the same theme! Except this time, I woke up in a panic--heart pounding, quick breathing. But the dream wasn't nightmarish--not really. I went to one of my favorite local spiritual shops called The Magical Druid to see my local grove--Three Cranes. Then suddenly I wasn't feeling well. It was like I was being possessed without my consent and I couldn't remove the entity. I couldn't because it wasn't a stranger coming into me from the outside, but an entity within me, emerging . Maybe I've been watching too many Alien movies lately? Prometheus and Covenant are good, though! An entity not laid inside of me by a devious synth, an airborne virus, or a face-r*ping alien. Something part of me. Something that IS me. At one point, one of the cranes--a warm, plus sized woman with shoulder length brown hair (not Arch Druid Rev. ...
Intense dream this morning: Hubs and I went to a ritual by Byron Ballard. She was dressed like a whimsical dancer. She moved and instructed and many of us in the audience started to dance with her. Hubs stayed in the back, but I joined, entranced. Then Byron would single people out and give them a command, which involved doing something friendly to another dancer. When people did, we celebrated. Reminded me of Jester's and mischievous Fae. Joyful. Soon a whimsical costume would appear on that person. When it came to me, Byron told me to kiss a handsome guy with a round face and short brown hair. He was cute, but I said no because I didn't know him (it had nothing to do with my husband). Byron responded silently, disappointed. The rest were disappointed, too. As was he. It made sense what I said, but he felt left out--why didn't I want to? What was wrong with him? Nothing. He was just a stranger. Then my dance was different fro...