1. Train Station Vortex
Train station. Return from Holland probably. I am alone. By day. Lot of folk. Then back home.
At home, I meet my brothers, and their partners. We leave for some place. But there is a meeting first in our parental home, in the kitchen, where we always used to gather, the three of us. My youngest brother turns out to be gay, and his partner is a male. I am not surprised, but I only am surprised why I only realize this now.
D asks me something about spirits and I answer truthfully. Then he says he has experienced something similar and yet laughs away what I suggest, that the spirits are real.
Anyway, we all have to catch a train again. Down the stairs. Maybe this is Brussels Central, a platform where we need to access the main corridor. We go down. But before, an old lady blocks the way. Down the stairs somehow, that's where we are now, I hesitate, should I rush, or should I help. And I help. And support her. Of course there are people supporting her. Their is a lady helping, she is with her. And they are with a bunch of people. But I help anyway, and now of course, I can't leave, so I stay as long as I feel I have to and support the old lady.
The lady suffers from apathy, she drags along the floor like a dead weight. No strength whatsoever. She has given up.
Further down the road, or hallway, we turn left and left again, through a door, down a level, and there is a small room there. And that is where it all happens. There are benches there. And lots of people waiting. Something is in the middle too, but not apparent yet. On the opposite side are lifts, three of them. I expect we all wait for them. But once the middle one opens, something happens. As if magic. And a vortex appears in the middle of the room, but this is the lift at the same time. And it does have the properties to transport, probably through time and space, but I have yet to find out. The vortex is like a stationary whirlwind but with a magical quality. It feels spirit charged.
2. Flat Tire
At some point, earlier in the dream, I also ride a bicycle, and I follow someone or something, but then I have a flat tire, and I can't come along.
3. I want to watch Telly
This one also: I am in my apartment, which looks different. I sit in the sofa. Lots of stuff on the table. I want to watch telly. Can't remember the rest.
Not a very strong spirit dream, but anyway.
ReplyDeleteI really wanted to write down the dream, and I remembered a lot when I woke up, but couldn't get myself to writing, even when I had with me especially pen and paper instead of the computer. It didn't help. I am just too much in need of sleep and rest to get up and note the dream down. In the end I took the pen and paper and wrote in the dark. But I only publish this account in 'full' now, in the evening, when the day is gone and the dream faded completely. So, this is no real solution.
The main solution must be to get enough rest, and do basic breathing exercises and meditation to get my physical energy up.
On the other hand, I see, only this little push changes the quality of my dreams and triggers my mind into remembering longer sequences.
Taking notes on paper does not help, because I can't read them anymore, and there a jumble.
Interpretation.
My first thought about the old lady was that it refers to Suke, who I visited last night. In that case it would rather be a residue. This because she is lethargic, and can't break out of her own circle of downfall. And I can't help her. I tried to talk her awake yesterday, but the case seems hopeless and lost to me.
The vortex again reminds me of goetia, which is on my mind, though I don't do anything with it actively.
Writing the dream down now, after the events of the day, I would interpret the fact that my brother is a gay as the person in the shop who did some entertaining dressed as a clown and doing balloons. Of whom my boss afterwards said that he must be gay. The aspect of clown fits my brother. And I personally thought, he is my age and doing well with women. Which may explain the aspect of brother.
The flat tire, I suppose, refers to what happened after work. I went out for a snack and sat in. Two girls were already there. One of them slightly seemed to want something from me, but I decided against it. I could have suggested to eat what they left, but really didn't feel like, then didn't feel like talking at all either. Though she touched me about three times.
What the vortex means I don't know. Maybe the Enochian rite, but it was no different than at other times.
Which means that the numbering in the above account of dreams is not necessarily chronological.
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