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

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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
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The Witch’s Desk: A Reader’s Dream

As I’ve noted before, I receive emails from readers all over the world on a variety of subjects (both occult and personal!).  This week, at The Witch’s Desk, I’m going to take the time to answer one of these emails.  The following submission is going to be printed as received, with no editing, other than what’s necessary to maintain the anonymity of the individual who submitted the question.

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1)  Hey so lately I have just been drawn to desiring to be a witch I honestly can’t explain why. I am emailing you to see if when I tell you my experiences you will be able the help me understand everything that’s happened. okay so when I was little for around a 6 month period of time I have these horrifying dreams about an evil witch who would chase me and take over my family’s body’s . This caused me to wake up in the night screaming crying terrified for my life? Before I went to sleep I heard voices calling my name. One night when I woke up in the night I saw an outline of a women holding a laundry basket standing half way up my stairs looking at me. When I was walking back from school once in the same spot I stopped in the dream a car pulled out in which a women who look almost paralyzed and like the witch in my dreams and was staring at me doing an evil smile waving slowly after I stopped having these dreams everything stopped all these weird accuracies . But lately I feel like I can intimidate people with my eyes and the sun is somehow if I’m in a room full of people the sun will shine on me through the window and I will have to move seats but then the sun goes away and little things like that have started happening ? Have you got any explanation thank you for reading this email?

There so many layers to your letter and your experiences.  First, I want to be clear that I normally don’t do dream interpretation, nor do I ever refer to books when it comes to this.  I believe that images and connections in dreams are so personal and personally tailored that it would be impossible to be accurate using a book to tell you what an image means. As an example, someone who doesn’t like snakes may view them as evil and bad omens when they show up in a dream, but someone who has a spiritual connection with this animal would view it as the Goddess, wisdom, positive sexual energy– good things!  Do you see what I’m saying?  I’m probably going out on a limb here, but I want to address your dream first:

Being chased in a dream is really quite common.  When this has happened to me, I’ve always noticed that what was chasing me in the dream really had more to do with the pressures and stresses that I was dealing with in my waking life than it did with the entity in the dream.  What was chasing me was more of a manifestation of all that stress.  You said this happened to you for a 6 month period of time as a child.  I’m guessing that there were things going on in your life, or with your family at that time, that was troubling or confusing to you (the child), and this was your way of playing out the confusion and dealing with the stress.

The fact that the Evil Witch in your dream possessed the bodies of your family members could be that it was their actions, their situation, their behavior, that was causing you distress at that time.

I know this explanation is more down to earth and mundane than you were expecting, but it’s really just common sense.  Our everyday mundane life is what takes center stage in most of our dreams– yes, there are people who have prophetic dreams, visits from angels or spirits or spirit guides, but to tell you the truth 99% of our dreams are just everyday ordinary life manifesting in our sub-conscious.

The voices you heard calling your name before you fell asleep:  mundane explanation– I remember falling asleep in the house as a small child, listening to the conversations and murmurs of the adults in the next room.  It was actually comforting, and as I fell asleep, the sounds of their voices would weave and tangle through my sub-conscious, creating images and stories, and…dreams.  A more “magickal” or “spiritual” explanation– I have often experienced hearing my grandmother’s voice calling my name, and this has usually happened just as I was drifting off to sleep, when I was “between the worlds”, neither awake, nor asleep.  I believe that it was her spirit communicating with me, just letting me know that she was near by.

The woman with the laundry basket…most likely a spirit connected to the house, a previous occupant no doubt.

The woman in the car…I really don’t have an explanation for this aspect of your dream, though I too have had the same character show up in more than one dream.  I believe that, if it is not a Spirit Guide (and you’ll know this, at least I do, and it will be an enlightening “aha” moment, a positive experience), it is another aspect of your mundane brain creating dreams in your sub-conscious.

Why would you want to intimidate people with your eyes?  And, by the way, lots of people have this ability.  It’s not magickal or mysterious.  It’s even found in the animal kingdom.  There are certain animals that view direct eye contact as a threat– gorillas, canines, etc.

And last , but not least…the Sun.  It seems, dear, that my explanation for this is going to be more along a mundane everyday viewpoint.  I would say that, for some reason, you are seeking the shadows.  My advice– look for the positive aspects in life, positive connections with people.  Instead of seeking the shadows, glory in the light.

Dream Journal: LA Dawn

It seems like a very long time since I’ve remembered any of my dreams.  This is last night’s dream, and it’s full of all kinds of symbolism:

I was sitting outside an apartment complex waiting for someone or something, not sure what. Along comes a heavy-set blonde man who reaches to take something out of his pocket and look at it. He notices me in passing, walks up to a container for trash and tosses the item he’s holding in his hand, a ring, unceremoniously into the box.

I watch him walk off.

I’m curious and want to see what it was.

I pick it out of the trash– it is incredible! It’s a man’s ring:

Large, very large; square; silver metal; size 13-15; across the top in tiny rows are small amethyst stones, the whole creating a large square design that covers the entire top of the ring; I turn the ring over and am startled to find all kinds of information etched into the back, presumably about the owner of the ring…By “Race”, it says “Dawn”– I presume that this is a Woman’s Name, or reference to the time of day; by “Medical Condition”– there is also a word, but I only remember the first two letters, “LA”–I presume this is the beginning of the name of a medical condition, or the initials of a Place.

As I hold the ring, I also see the owner in my mind’s eye:

A black male; 40-50 years old; hollow looking eyes– you could see lots of white around the iris; not a super bulbous nose, more carved and narrower; a squarish strong jaw, almost but not quite a lantern jaw; full lips, but not super big; high cheekbones; the skin (on his cheeks) looked like they could be acne scarred. He was wearing a black suit, including a tie, and a black fedora.

The man who disposed of the ring:

Blonde hair– smooth haircut, a fairly short cut, with blue eyes; 35- 45; broad shoulders and a big belly; very tall, at least 6′, maybe taller; wearing a black suit jacket over a sports shirt, tan pants.

I waited until this man (the blonde man) had walked some distance from where I was seated before I got up to retrieve the ring from the box; and even then, I was nervous and afraid that he would see me do it. I had the feeling that if he did, I would be in danger.

ocean dawn

 

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.

Hippie Culture

Dreams: Beyond the Grave

(This dream was originally posted July 9th, 2008, at Myspace.)

My father-in-law passed away in mid-June. He was a very controlling manipulative man. When he died, my husband and I were estranged from him. In my lifetime I have experienced contact with people who have passed over. I knew that the spirit of this man would come. I just didn’t know how long it would take him to get a decent bearing in this new plane of existence. I was expecting him…

July 1, 2008

In this dream—

I and my husband’s family were in some kind of ‘house’—I don’t know if it was a country club (that’s kind of what it felt like), a funeral home, or what. There were large, spacious rooms, people milling about, mostly family. A kitchen area was along side these rooms—a galley kitchen. You could walk in one end and walk out the other.

My husband and I were in the kitchen together for a few minutes. I think we were slightly peeved with each other for some reason. On leaving the kitchen, my husband went into one of the spacious living rooms to watch TV, and I turned to the right and went into another.

One of my brother-in-laws, P_____, was in this room with several other people. He was sitting on a tan couch. There was no where to sit, everything was occupied. He tapped the couch between his knees and said, “Sit on the floor, over here, by me.”

So I went and sat on the floor, leaning up against the couch between P_____’s legs. There was something that felt uncomfortably intimate about this situation, but I wasn’t sure why. There was no reason, at that moment in my dream, to feel that way.

Not too much later, I was hungry and thirsty, so I got up and walked through the kitchen, coming out at the other end, where there was a small table of food and drinks sat up.

This table was in a smaller nook at the end of the kitchen where a dining table sat, and several men were seated around it playing cards. My father-in-law was one of these men.

When he saw me at the small table of food, he gathered the cards up and rose from his chair, coming over to me, extending his hand. I thought he wanted to shake hands, so I extended my hand and he took it in his.

In a flash of a split second, I knew I had made a mistake. He didn’t want to shake my hand—he began squeezing it, gradually, fiercely, the look in his eyes evilly gleeful. He was enjoying what he was doing with unabashed devilish delight.

The strangest thing about this dream is that I knew within that split second that I was dreaming and I knew, within that dream, that I was going to have to snatch my hand away before he could really hurt me. I looked into his eyes and I said, “You bastard!”, letting him know that I knew what he was up to. And I snatched my hand away at the last second, just before his grip would’ve tightened and I wouldn’t have been able to get loose.

The irony of this dream doesn’t end here. When I told my husband about this dream—and the fact that I was expecting his father’s spirit to manifest here in some way—he told me that he had dreamed of his father on the same night. In my husband’s dream, his father is sitting on a bench talking quietly and calmly to him. My husband told me that my father-in-law left a message for me—he said to tell me that he apologized.

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Explore the World of Dreams

Do you keep a dream diary or journal?

If you don’t, you should at least think about it. When you can go back and re-read dreams you’ve had days, weeks, months, even years ago, it casts an amazing light on numerous things: your own persona most of all, how you view the world through symbols and analogies, hidden fears- jealousies- desires, patterns of behavior, and a host of other hidden agendas and personal quirks you were unaware of. Some dreams will reveal even more. You may get a glimpse of past life experiences, as well as contact with spirits or relatives and aquaintances who have passed over– and you will recognize these dreams when they occur.

If you decide to keep a dream diary, you should keep a notebook and pen right at your bedside. Dreams are elusive. In that split second between waking and sleeping, the dream will dissolve from your concious mind. You may wake up in the morning and know that you’ve been dreaming, but you will not, for the life of you, be able to remember anything about the dream itself. This can be extremely frustrating. To capture a dream, sometimes we have to jot it down as soon as we’re awake enough to hold a pen, but before we’ve had time to think of anything else, or speak to anyone. Often this means jotting down a dream, even just the rudimentary details, in the middle of the night by little or no light. When morning comes, then we can sit down and go over our scrawled notes– you will be amazed at how much will come back to you if you do this.

Dream Catcher

dream_peace.jpg picture by witch_of_endore

I was sharing a house with several people, including a woman who decided to make a turkey soup.

Upon the stove-top was a huge blue enamel kettle which she filled with all kinds of vegetables. She retrieved from the freezer a white paper-wrapped package that contained the last ingredient– the turkey. She threw this frozen turkey unceremoniously on top of the vegetables and turned it on a low heat.

This turkey was frozen stiff, but it was not cleaned and dressed. It still had its feathers and was intact and complete– just frozen.

After passing this kettle several times, I noticed that the bird was not dead. It was perched on top of the mound of vegetables, with its head just above the warm water, and as it began to thaw, it began to move ever so slightly– its head turning just a bit, the feathers rustling ever so slightly. I found this situation so disturbing, and I felt so sorry for the bird, that I reached in and lifted it into my arms.

I carried the turkey around all day, warming it with my own body, and eventually it came out of its stupor all together. It didn’t seem to mind my handling it, and even seemed to enjoy the closeness, sitting in my lap and staying near even though it became strong enough to wander away if it had chosen to.

(*Note: I had this dream the day I learned a dear friend had lost a family member to a tragic accident. Under the circumstances, I find the most interesting aspect of this dream to be death and resurrection.)

 

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