Double Dreams ~ Anyone care to Interpret this?

The other night, on my way to see a movie with my daughters, I told them about my dream the night before.  One of my daughters was intensely excited when I told her that I had a disturbing dream the night before because she said she did too, and she wanted to compare them.  As I started relating my dream to her, she said, “Oh, my!”, and virtually started bouncing in her seat.

My dream ~  There was a shadowy beginning part that was dark and ominous, like black and white quickened clips from a horror movie, most of which slipped from my mind for the most part, except that it involvd “A Man”.  This man had something to do with the second part of this dream, which in contrast is starkly blazened on my mind.  Some dreams are like that, I believe, because they are more than just an ordinary dream.  And this was one of those dreams.

The second part…There was a knock on my front door.  I opened and heard someone say, “The police want to talk to you.”  (Your stomach kind of goes ‘thud’ when you hear those words.)  I went outside, where there was a squad car with two officers sitting in the front seat.  I stood by the passenger side, and the officer opened the car door.  He was holding a child’s baby doll in his hands.  He was crying , and he was retching, and he was trying to get ready to tell me something.

I realized in one sickening moment that it had to be something unusually gruesome and extremely horrific because of his reaction.  I don’t think I wanted to hear what he was going to say.  I woke myself up, which sounds odd, but I believe that I deliberately pulled myself from this dream.

My daughter’s dream ~ My daughter told me that she also dreamed of “A Man” on the same night.  She said it was a terrible frightening dark and horrific nightmare.  The man kidnapped her, and she said she tried and tried to escape from him..but she couldn’t.


If anyone reading this is interested in interpreting either of these dreams, or in posting an interpretation behind both dreams together, please feel free to do so in the comment boxes below.  Needless to say, the dreams themselves were scary enough to each of us who had them, but after we put them together, I must admit, we’re a little creeped out.

Now on to more cheerful thing!!

SPELLS-IN-A-JAR

https://amythystraine.blogspot.com/p/spells-in-jar.html

There is everything you will need in these jars to cast
these spells, including the directions.

Money ~ Keep It Flowing

Calling in the Spirits
(Black Cat Oil Summoning Spell)

Seal the Mouth
(Stop Gossip & Liars)

SAMPLE AUDIO TAROT READING

(Enjoy the personal photo slideshow that I
added to this special video.)

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Good Morning, World! ~ Welcome 2017, Morning Coffee, Show n’ Tell (video)

Happy New Year!  This is my first video to kick off 2017.  Forgive the lack of protocol and the informality of it all. I’m actually in my jammies, sitting on my bed, with a morning cup of coffee.  I wanted to be comfortable, and as long as the lighting was okay, why not.  My “Book of Shadows” video has been very popular; apparently people love looking at other people’s private stuff.  In this video I’ll be showing you my Grimoire (wonderful book, did it year’s ago, it’s a book of spells); my dream journal; diaries; daily tarot journal; gratitude journal, etc.  I hope you enjoy the relaxed totally informal morning chat and show & tell…I certainly did.
Blessings, Amythyst

Links to Me ~
The Witch’s Corner
http://amythystraine.blogspot.com
Magickal Connections
http://wytchymystique.com
The Tarot Parlour
http://tarotreadingswithamythystraine.blogspot.com

The Music ~
by Kevin MacLeod
“Enchanted Journey”

VOLUME…audio hint ~ volume on this vid is best if you use head phones, ear buds, or a small speaker plugged in to your device.

Links, Links, & more links

I updated the “Links” page at my website “The Witch’s Corner”.  I didn’t realize that I had so many links!  These links are from websites, blogs, and a host of other sites on the internet.  I’m trying to get them all posted in one spot for easy reference.  I’m not sure I have them all yet, but I’ll keep looking. 🙂

The music on this page is Joanie Madden (“The Black Rose”), enjoy.

Links Page, click  Here

Woman Speak

My Google Hangout: Woman Speak

Premiering: FRIDAY, January 9th, 3pm-3:30pm CST

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Explore the world of women, witches, and pagans on a variety of levels at Woman Speak. Reconnect with The Goddess. Find healing, empowerment, and sisterhood through Matriarchal Divinity. The topics are pagan, occult, new-age, paranormal, and supernatural. The topics will also center around feminism, relationships, family, careers, writing, and books…(Woman Speak– exploring women’s issues.)

 

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The Witch’s Diary: Fan Mail

The topics include prophetic dreams; dejavu; mediumship; spirits; mirrors; the moon…I chose two pieces of fan-mail from two young ladies to answer in a video message. I love your emails, and I enjoy sharing magickal experiences! You’re all awesome!…Blessed Be

Dreams: I Want Off

This is one of those weird posts that I’m not sure where to put– here or at my “Other Blog”.  I’m going to opt for here, just because of the whole ‘dream-scape’ thing and dream interpretation.  I’m also going to state, before I even record the dream, that I am not racist. There’s not a racist bone in my extremely pagan liberal body, just ask my Japanese husband and my gorgeous Asian/American Native cousin (She’s about 4 years older than me, and still exquisitely exotically beautiful– has to be those cheekbones!).  I love most people and am a pretty free spirit, an old left-over from the 1969 hippie era– I was 12 in 1969 and incredibly impressionable and impressed, mostly with the clothes, the jewelry, and flowers in the hair, most of the other stuff went right over my head.

But I digress.

To set the stage:  You should know that I have never flown on a commercial airplane.  The only flying I did was one 15 minute tour across Fremont in a small 4-seater on John C. Fremont Days umpteen years ago– one of the kids was still a baby.  It was odd and not at all what I expected- no one told me that air is bumpy.  I’m not sure I believe any of the explanations on this that I have heard– I suspect it might be Mother Nature reminding us that only birds fly naturally.  I also had no idea that I am intolerant to motion.  After this flight, I spent the next 5 hours sick as a dog.  And that is the extent of my flying experience.  So there ya’ go.

The Dream:

I had to fly, it was a job requirement, and my husband Joe was coming with me.  This was my first time on a commercial plane and I was, as might be expected, a nervous wreck.  The flight attendant was being super sensitive and trying her gawd-awful best to keep me calm, and to answer my numerous, stupid, and repetitive questions.  There were many knowing glances exchanged between the Flight Attendant and Joe– they were actually getting quite a kick out of this, but at the same time, they both wanted me to relax and go with the flow, embrace the experience.

Ok then…we sit and we wait while other individuals are coming aboard– single individuals, couples, three at a time.  I like to watch people.  I’m actually a pretty avid people watcher; you pick up all kinds of things about people (intuitively) by watching them.  Well, maybe you don’t, but I do.  So, as I’m sitting there tapping my fingers in my lap and trying to be calm about it all, here comes a young man of mid-eastern persuasion who takes a seat across the aisle from me and about 2 rows back.  Ok, interesting, it’s an international world, there’s people from all over Kingdom Come and then some on this plane.  Cool.  A few seconds later, another man of mid-eastern persuasion comes aboard, he gives a passing glance to the first man, and then he takes a seat on our side, several rows ahead of me.  In the time that we sit there, waiting for all the passengers to board, two more men of mid-eastern persuasion come onto the plane.  They take seats behind me, several rows back, on both sides of the aisle, but out of my line of vision.

To tell you the truth, it’s at this point that I begin to get a little nervous; but I look around and everyone else seems calm and relaxed, absorbed in their own little worlds– their ipads, or phones, conversation, or whatever.  Ok then…it’s just me because I’m nervous anyway.  I glance at Joe beside me and he’s intent on something in his hands– maybe his phone, I don’t remember.

I glance over my shoulder at the young man 2 rows back on the other side of the aisle just in time to see him look at his phone, then look up at the man sitting several rows ahead of us, make eye contact, and give a very slight nod.  The man ahead of us looks down at his phone, then turns, looking over us, to someone behind us, and does the same thing– makes eye contact and gives a very slight nod.

It hits me like a thunderbolt, right in the gut– These Men Are Communicating With Each Other!!

I grab Joe’s arm and start whispering hysterically, trying to explain this to him.  I’m so hysterical in fact, that Joe grabs me by one arm and the Flight Attendant, who’s rushed over, grabs me by the other arm, and they take me back to the kitchen food-prep place.  “These men are communicating with each other!”, I tell the Flight Attendant.  I explain breathlessly, what I’ve observed, what my instinct and intuition tell me, sounding like a nut-case, I’m sure.  I ask frantically, “Are they friends or family members who just weren’t able to get their seats together?”…”I can’t tell you that.” she says in a prissy-business voice.  Well, shoot-a-mongay, life would be a lot easier if this woman would just spill her guts and tell me if this is so!

Suddenly…*Ding*…the light-bulb goes off in my mind.  That little voice in my head says:  “Get off this plane.”

“I want off.” I say suddenly and solidly.

“You can’t get off now, it’s too late, no one can get off this plane now.” she says, looking deep into my eyes with deadly finality and a “I-wish-this-woman-would-shut-up”,  “why-on-my-flight” stare.  At this point, less strong-willed individuals would have meekly crawled back to their seat in abject submission.

When we’re in dangerous predicaments, our mind tends to speed up and figure things out in some sort of time-warpy way, so although all of this is happening in the matter of just a few minutes, at the same time my mind is racing with a solution…I know how to get off the plane.

I glance down ahead of me to see a metal tray all laid out with food, ready to serve.  In one fell swoop, I grab the tray and give a mighty ‘whoosh’ towards the ceiling of the plane– food splatters everywhere.  I then start banging the empty tray on the wall, on the counters, acting like a raving lunatic, I’m sure.

It worked.

The next thing I know, we’re doing a Walk-of-Shame through the airport surrounded by a swarm of armed security guards.  And I could care less.  I’m so relieved to be off the plane, I could get down and kiss the ground.

You think this is the end of this dream?  I thought so too, but there was one more scene:

Out of no where come these guys in suits and ties and shades.  They’re motioning to the security guards, ‘bring them this way’, they’re saying without actually saying anything.

I was right, I realize, something was very wrong.

Joe and I found ourselves at a long table in a windowless room, where these men– whoever they were– slapped down several great big books full of mug shots, the books probably 5 inches thick.

“Can you identify these men?” one of them asks me.

And this is where my dream ends, Joe and I pouring over mug shots

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I find it a sad sorry state of civilization when someone’s fear of flying isn’t based on the usual stuff– bad weather, pilot error, mechanical failure, but on the threat of terrorism.  You hear people complain about all the hoopla you have to go through to board a plane now-a-days, and how long it takes, and how inconvenient it is (whine, whine, whine).

Well, I gotta’ tell you, I want to know– with 100% assurance– that when I get on a plane, it’s going to go where it’s expected to go, and it’s going to get there all in one piece.  I don’t care if the check in process has to start the day before departure.  I’ll wait.

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