I will post the dream I have most often in another thread, along with some info on myself; I just wanted to get this out because this is one of my first real DC’s I’ve had besides Mother Nora….who will be in said other post.
This dream seems to have lasted all night. I usually dream 3 times a night, but this was a long, one time dream. It wasn’t as vivid as my others, and I wasn’t lucid, though I could hear myself thinking to myself somewhere outside the dream and sometimes what I’d think would come true. This happened 2 or 3 imes.
I appear to be in the 1950’s and am getting back from high school when Steve starts to join me in my walk. Steve is my DC but his name is always changing, but for this year his name is Steve. In my dream I have such love for Steve that I just want to cry or burst up in laughter and just hold him forever, and I tell him this. He reaches for my hand and starts to tell me how he feels about me when a cabinet blue truck slows our way and Bobby, the second DC, and no one likes him. He’s really scary and beats any boy up he wants to, so I stand in front of Steve to protect him.
“You’d take blows for your man, Kara?” Bobby asked. This is not my name, my name is Katherine, and I also notice I don’t look like myself in the dream, and it’s not just period-style clothing. I have soft, blue eyes instead of my ocean-blue ones, and instead of having fluffy, dark brown hair, I have dark blonde hair that appears to be the same length as it’s always been. Anyways. Bobby laughs and puts me in the truck’s bed and starts to drive off, taunting Steve from the driver’s seat. “I’ma gonna have a lot of fun with Kara, Steve; would you stand up for her like she would you?” and then the next thing I know is somehow Steve is in the bed with me and I’m sobbing. He tells me he would be my man no matter what age he is in, and this doesn’t make much sense either. Age he is in? I smile at him and as we stop we clamber out, but we stall. “Steve,” I say and I reach to kiss him. Then, he’s not there! Bobby gets out and just roars, and then I fall off the truck and my neck appears broken.
I am in a …I’m not sure. It looks like a wormhole from Star Trek. All these colors, like a kaleidoscope, spinning around me…I hear children laughing and crying and dogs barking and doves laughing. I have a dove in my waking times, and I hear others “laughing” whoo-whoo—whoo—hee—whuu! just like her. And then I am in Medieval France. I am an apprentice for a midwife, though I am also the maid. She is delivering a baby for a woman who looks like an older, more heavy-set me (in waking life.) the baby croaks when it is taken out and then it turns blue. When it opens its eyes they are emerald green. The midwife shrieks that the devils have the baby, that he is a fae! And she drops it and it runs around and climbs out the windows. Having always loved faery tales (I am a real-life Pagan,) I go after the baby and am stopped from seeing it as a parade goes by. A knight is riding by on a white horse. He’s not in armor but I can tell by his garbs; he is wearing orange and purple with an insignia on it. A flag bearing the same insignia and a lion is in his arms, and as he passes by, I recognize the man as Steve! Only we are both in our mid-twenties and a whole different century now. I call to him but his name is now John and then these people race after me, pick me up, then lifts me off to the castle. I fear for my life because I chased after that devil baby. I think they will burn me at steak, along with the Fae child.
When we reach the castle, I see John on a large, table-like bed making love to someone who looks like Kara, the other me, her age and everything. I shout out, John, John, it is me, romance me, too! And he comes to me and we sit down to talk. I feel very lusty and wish to lie with him as my old self did, but when I look over at my old self she is a life-size doll made of straw. John begins to kiss me and tells me he has waited for me here in this Age, and that in all Ages, we’d be together. We begin to strip down our clothes when he tells me a wizard has done this to us, has made us star-crossed lovers as well as age-crossed lovers. Whenever I die, I will come back and never be settled until I am with John again. “The love isn’t fulfilled until we have lain together in the same bed and kissed,” he tells me he doesn’t mean to rid me, but he I have someone else this time. “I need you and I am terrible ashamed and I need you and you alone” but he found someone else while he was waiting. We make love and amidst this, he stabs me in my back, behind my heart, and everything grows dark. I see him for a few more seconds and he appears to be on fire, letting himself free so he can find me some OTHER place—again—and hopefully be only mine this time.
I am in a tropical place, maybe in the Mediterranean. I am sleeping and as I wake up I notice the man who was Bobby before is now come with John and I as well. It’s the 1920’s and he is serving at a speakeasy on the beachfront. I’m not sure how he is not caught and I ask him that, and he slams down a glass and yells at me. “Kristina!” my name is, and he’s mad, so I run out to the waves to calm down. This is very scary to me in waking life as I am terribly afraid of open water, the ocean, and all that lives inside it, but in my dream I actually let the water go up to my belly. An aviator flies by and he yells down at me to meet him at the old adobe palace, and I grin because I know it’s Him! It’s Steve, or John, or…just him! So I run over to him.
Dream shifts and I am on a crowded street by the adobe palace. Bobby sees John and I and he yells at us, only now John’s name is Sean. Sheen? Anyways, he has green eyes like the baby and then I realize he is a wizard and it is because of him that Steve/John/Shean cannot rest and die. Suddenly Shean is by my side and we rush at him. Bobby has a mafia-like gun and hits me in the face with it. I fly up in the sky and cry because now I am not a woman, but a swallow, and so is Steve/John/Shean. We fly in circles and know we have escaped the curse somehow by not being human. Dream shifts again and I see us mating, having eggs, hatchlings flying away, many generations come and go. We have forgotten our names. That we were human.
I am flying to get some food and Steve/John/Shean is staying at our mud nest we made (continentally,) on the adobe palace. Someone is power hosing the palace down and our nest is ruined. I do not know this. I hear a loud bang! And get startled and fly everywhere spardiacly, fast as I can go, before I realize it is a gun and its at our place. I fly over to my lover who is now the Knight again, only he is young, like the first dream sequence, and he is shot and bleeding. “I free you to heaven, for I can only love you there. Here we are cursed to die miserably at that wizard Bobby’s hands.” And he takes my hands and suddenly I am in his hands and I am a bird again, and then he vanishes in a swirl, like a dust devil, and he is pushing me up towards the sky to get away and bang! I actually FEEL the pain, but more so I feel the warm blood in my body rising and pouring out. It burns me. I see myself falling and landing in a field, where someone crushes my head under his or her foot. Then I fly up to heaven, some kind of angel…I have a human body but sparrow wings for arms, and I go up and up and up. I feel terribly terribly sad, I haven’t felt this kind of sadness in a long time. I just can’t contain it. I don’t know what I will see in heaven or if my lover will be there, but I fly up and embrace my destiny. The thought that I am free makes me happy and then my body spreads out and becomes a cloud. Then the time traveling journey dream ends.
I have never had a dream like this before…I do turn into animals a lot in my dreams and will travel across many different lands and time zones, but I haven’t been to so many different eras all in one dream before. I thought I’d share it because I felt such a bond to this man and loosing him, even now, hurts. I don’t want to see him again in my dreams, not really, but I wonder what he represented…having to always have sex with me to fulfill we’d always be together, that I wanted to kiss him and just be gentle but he wanted me to push for more….I’m not like that at all in waking life. I’ve never been kissed and am quite shy when it comes to love. There is, recently, someone I care for that I wish to get close to, but he does not look like the person in the dream. I dunno. This is too long, I will stop now.
Thanks for any input or…anything. It *was* weird, I know! LOL~!
