Blue_Opossum

Morning of April 6, 2015. Monday.



This is only the second longer dream related to the “Supernatural” television series as far as I know. However, there is a huge number of older dream records I have not looked at recently that were never online or newly researched, so it is possible there are older ones. In this case, it is concerning the actual characters rather than the actors as in my last related dream.

Firstly, Sam and Dean join with Crowley to kill hellhounds and other beasts (including the “monster” from “F/X” from 1986). Sam, Dean, and Crowley seem like best friends with a long history of helping each other. The setting seems to be some sort of isolated hall inside a building or offset from this world. Crowley is injured by the F/X beast and Sam and Dean pull him to safety after defeating every beast. I am seemingly not directly part of the action here because I am never threatened in any way even though I am on the scene fully in-body and thus actually present.

Eventually, I am in a large mansion that apparently belongs to another member of the Winchester family. It is a younger male. Sam and Dean stay in this place while Crowley gets better. Oddly, he rests in a large drawer in a large four-tier chest of drawers, I think the third drawer up. He has cuts and bites all over his wrists and around his neck.

An amusing scenario is when I hint at what Sam and Dean have been doing for a long time, as the other male who owns the mansion does not know anything about it. Every now and then, I mention words like “supernatural”, “hellhounds”, “ghosts”, and so on. Every time I use a word as such, Dean gives me a concerned “don’t you dare” look as if the other male is not supposed to know anything about Sam and Dean even though he is family. Finally, I say “hunters” (my last “hint word”) which makes both Sam and Dean look at me in an extraordinarily annoyed manner. The other male never really understands what I am talking about, though, as I am only giving clues rather than directly explaining or revealing anything.

At one point, I show the unknown male the scar on my left wrist. It is larger than in real life (typical in-dream “magnification”) and with several more defined hollow areas. Dean has a scar similar to mine also on his left wrist, though with stitch marks in a straight line near where the hand meets the wrist, about five or six small holes. I explain how my scar was caused by a fight with an octopus-like sea monster. (I even have a vague false in-dream memory of this fictional event).

Eventually, Crowley wakes up and slowly crawls out of the drawer and his wounds are all somehow healed. He is apparently completely human now. He attempts to move things with magic, such as a book and a stack of papers, but nothing happens. He also now seems only about twenty years old and seems very dejected. A voice comes down from a corner of the room. It is his mother (who has apparently taken over Heaven and has a lot of minions). He does not say anything about having no powers though I am aware he is scared because she demands to see him and he cannot teleport. I am uncertain as to what his fate will be.

I try to move some papers (by magic) from a high stack of old papers on the chest of drawers but nothing happens. I am annoyed but do not draw attention to myself. I end up leaving and walking out the front entrance into the night, finding myself on Loomis Street walking southerly. Behind me is a cheerful group of about six college or high school students, one being a young version of my wife (which I do not realize until later). As I walk, I sometimes cause, by apparent “magic”, a single maple leaf (there is only one here and there along the way although there is other organic debris on the sidewalk) to move from the middle of the sidewalk into the street. At one point, however, the trick seems to be done by blowing downwards with my hands cupped and works as such. The others do not notice or at least are not astounded or impressed. However, it dawns on me that this is “not possible” (I am never lucid) and I cannot do either the magic or the blowing again to make a leaf move anymore, though I attempt it again several times as we walk. There is ambiguity here; sometimes the “maple leaf” is more like a piece of Spanish moss or steel wool (which seems the “same”) with a very vague association with a miniature cage or cage-like “nest”.

Soon, it is late morning even though it was around midnight just seconds before. I am attracted to my wife (the group now walking ahead of me) and cause some sort of cable near the sidewalk (probably the large telephone cable being installed here recently) to rise slightly and move around near her legs to stop her from getting too far ahead of me. Another (unknown) female sits behind an unlikely “outdoor counter” on a street corner. Eventually, my wife and a couple others of the group sit down against an outer wall that is somewhat like part of a school. I notice that my headphones are entangled within the cable I had been magically moving about by telekinesis. I mentally cause the headphone cord to become disentangled and rise straight in the air and “plug itself into” the underside of the roofed sidewalk. I also notice that sections of the eaves are like the ground, that is - upside-down ground by which the dirt and a few pieces of debris (as well as a gum wrapper or some such) somehow does not fall. (Do I detect a play here on “plugging into Eve?”)

I then start to admire my wife’s legs (which are still partly within a section of the cable but not that entangled) and contemplate how to be with her from then on. It seems the only concern worthy of focus.

Later, there is some sort of secondary dream or slowed-down hypnopompic “epilogue” where Sam is sitting in a dungeon-like room with straw on the floor near an old wooden door with bars. A holographic human torso (no arms or head - just the torso, but wearing some sort of Middle Ages doublet) keeps moving through the closed door at about a forty-five degree angle, ghost-like, but not threatening, causing Sam to jump in exaggerated surprise and puzzlement each time. This scene eventually changes to a dalmatian in the same place barking at, and dodging, red targeting lasers from an unknown source (illogically, seemingly from the inside wall of the room opposite the door, though this actually does not seem to be the case as the dog does not seem to notice anyone with a rifle in the room). For a short time, I “remember” that Sam Winchester is a dalmatian, but then I realize I am thinking in abstract terms and wake.

Yet again, my dream seems to be partially triggered by something my wife had seen and thought about (which has happened hundreds of times over the past several years). She had checked the details of the “Supernatural” show a day before she usually does (without saying anything). The cables (and “plugging in my headphones”) could actually be some sort of metaphorical form concerning telepathy between two people. That is my guess at this point, anyway.