Mydera

I took a nap and had a dream. I recounted it to a friend, so I'm just going to copy paste that recount rather than retype the whole thing again

I don't remember much of the dream at first,

though later during the dream I "remember" and earlier part of the dream, so it may be a bit confusing

THe earliest I can actually remember I am sitting in a rectangular tent

THe tent seems to be in yellow with green banners

and it's a very canvas type cloth like stalls from the Renaissance festival, no surprise there because that's where I've been all day

there are wooden benches all around the edges of this tent, and people are sitting on them listening to a woman in the center

the woman is very small and graceful, and she turns as she addresses the entire tent,

so while she's talking with her hands and turning. it almost looks like she's dancing

and she's talking about the future of the craft

and how we need to be teaching our children, or it will die out. That the majority of craft members were younger folk who stumbled into it
in the dream a notebook is passed my way

and it's a planner, turned back a few months to an old month, and in the notes is written a single line asking me what I think of the womans speach

I look the direction the notebook was passed from, and sitting almost caddy corner to me is a really pretty boy with long dark hair and a thin almost feminine face

He smiles gently, he looks younger than me, but in his movements and facial expressions he looks much older

I take the pen that's in the spiral of the book, and write that I think she's right and I have heard the same from another high priestess

then I pass it back to him, and he writes back asking me who I heard it from, and passes it back, I write it I heard it from, he then changes the subject to my hands and tells me he can't help but notice how small they are, to which I start to reply, but then my attention is brought back to the lady in the center

she's talking now about how most of the council members are old and none of the newer folks can relate to them, and that we need more young council members that the newcommers can relate to

or else we'll never keep new comers in the craft and it will die out

Then the guy whos been passing the notes speaks up that he is the youngest council member, and that the second youngest council member is five years his senior, and the one after him is 10 years his senior

Then I realize that I am not helping the case for younger people being responsible enough for a council position if I'm passing notes back and forth like a child

so I close the book, pass it back to him, stand up and walk out of the tent

I start to walk up a grassy path up a hill, and I see my dad who is VERY anti craft, lol

and my younger brother, only instead of being 22 like he is now, he's 10

and they're waiting for me at the top of the hill. They ask me where I've been and I tell them, but then instead of getting angry my father tells me I need to go back so that I can learn more and find out how I can help

He tells me that while it's true I am not helping by passing notes, there are ways that I can help, and if I just stand up and walk away, that help will never be realized

SO I turn around and start to go back. I have to step over some train tracks to get back, and as I do a cloud starts to cover the sun, and it's a HUGE dark cloud, and I can see as it slowly covers the sun the shadow it casts moves over me, and then down the hill in front of me until the afternoon sun looks like evening

I look up into the sky, and it's suddenly very stormy looking, and I get a bad feeling, like something bad is going to happen. I wonder for a moment if a plane will crash from the sky or if lightening will strike the place on fire

But then I remember the tent of witches, and that in my heart I really do believe in magic and I have seen it work in the most direct indirect ways possible lol

so I decide to continue back to the tent where I am sure everyone's energies will keep everyone safe.

My father starts trying to talk me out of it though, telling me that I can just walk away like I originally planned, he didn't think it was safe to walk back in a storm

to which I tell him that my help is no less needed just because it's storming. IN fact, if things are rough, they need my help more.

and I start walking back, confident that I will be safe when I have reached the tent.... the wind blows and the scarves I'm wearing fluter out in front of me, and I look up to see people stepping out of the tent some fifty feet away... then my kids came into the room and woke me up