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?
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 from the others. Byron moved and danced, and I danced with her and by myself. I remember ewe's milk, and then honey being poured over me and into my mouth by an unseen force. A name erupted from me--from deep within me--deep in my soul, and came roaring out of my mouth! I heard something that sounded like Zinnia, and I saw something that looks like Zimmy.
Then my dance was different from the others. Byron moved and danced, and I danced with her and by myself. I remember ewe's milk, and then honey being poured over me and into my mouth by an unseen force. A name erupted from me--from deep within me--deep in my soul, and came roaring out of my mouth! I heard something that sounded like Zinnia, and I saw something that looks like Zimmy.
Princess Zinny! The others called me!
Not only did I speak it and hear it, I also saw the name. I don't know about you, but I can't read in dreams. So when I can, I know the dream is significant.
The lights turned orange and red and there was milk and honey everywhere, but only on me. Thick and goopy. I licked and drank it. Transforming. Sensual. Playful. The others danced in a frenzy around me.
Byron called me the Trickster and I danced freely–freer than the others. I remembered my name!
Not only did I speak it and hear it, I also saw the name. I don't know about you, but I can't read in dreams. So when I can, I know the dream is significant.
The lights turned orange and red and there was milk and honey everywhere, but only on me. Thick and goopy. I licked and drank it. Transforming. Sensual. Playful. The others danced in a frenzy around me.
Byron called me the Trickster and I danced freely–freer than the others. I remembered my name!
Trickster Zinnia! I was called with joy. Playful and cautious. Happy and weary.
I was both accepted and othered by the group. The one I was supposed to kiss stayed near me–a little sad that I didn't kiss him, but understanding why. Conflicted to stay with me or join the others? I didn't know him, but I wanted him to stay and play and dance and remember who he was, too!
As it continued, the human part of him understood why–we didn't know each other–but the Spirit part was mad. I think I remember him being a Prince or something. A Princess is supposed to kiss the Prince. I didn't want to and it upset him. I cared, but I also didn't care. I didn't want to kiss him and I wasn't sorry for that.
Byron told me to remain steadfast despite expectations. You are the Trickster. Be passionate. Be true to myself. Be free.
Then we playfully jumped into the water and swam to a stage and continued the dance. We were Spirits having possessed and transformed our hosts. We were spirits, but also part of the host's soul, too. Dancing! Joyful! Free!
I never wanted it to end!
But Byron had to end the ritual. The human bodies were mortal after all, they had needs. Plus Imbolc was nearly over. We needed to return home. Byron said words and blew into each of our faces. The lights and music stopped. It was just a group of strangers on a plain empty stage in bright white spotlights. The audience cheered. Someone said something about a movie and us as the actors, but none of us remembered that. Byron knew what actually happened. I remembered, too. None of the others did. To them, they were actors in a movie, because that's what the audience told them.
I left with my husband, and woke up. Knowing that I needed to write this dream down asap.
I was both accepted and othered by the group. The one I was supposed to kiss stayed near me–a little sad that I didn't kiss him, but understanding why. Conflicted to stay with me or join the others? I didn't know him, but I wanted him to stay and play and dance and remember who he was, too!
As it continued, the human part of him understood why–we didn't know each other–but the Spirit part was mad. I think I remember him being a Prince or something. A Princess is supposed to kiss the Prince. I didn't want to and it upset him. I cared, but I also didn't care. I didn't want to kiss him and I wasn't sorry for that.
Byron told me to remain steadfast despite expectations. You are the Trickster. Be passionate. Be true to myself. Be free.
Then we playfully jumped into the water and swam to a stage and continued the dance. We were Spirits having possessed and transformed our hosts. We were spirits, but also part of the host's soul, too. Dancing! Joyful! Free!
I never wanted it to end!
But Byron had to end the ritual. The human bodies were mortal after all, they had needs. Plus Imbolc was nearly over. We needed to return home. Byron said words and blew into each of our faces. The lights and music stopped. It was just a group of strangers on a plain empty stage in bright white spotlights. The audience cheered. Someone said something about a movie and us as the actors, but none of us remembered that. Byron knew what actually happened. I remembered, too. None of the others did. To them, they were actors in a movie, because that's what the audience told them.
I left with my husband, and woke up. Knowing that I needed to write this dream down asap.
Other than the very clear message of being true to yourself and being free--that dream was intense and detailed. Felt so real and yet so Other. But then High Day and Full Moon dreams usually are all those things for me. Then you combine the two energies and whew! Just a frenzy!
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Thanks for all of the support!
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Trust in Joy.
Follow the Foxes and the Bees...
Trust in Joy.
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