This is the real dream(s) I wanted to post, but I had to post the other first before I forgot it. I guess I should start explaining some key people in the dream first, as they are real and exist outside the dreams.
I was born in WA, and went to Harrah Elementary School. It was mostly Yakima Indians and a few Mexican kids who went there, so I felt very out of place. They always teased me—verbally, emotionally, and physically abused me, because of my disorder. I have Tourette’s syndrome and I can’t control my body or noises that come out of me (tics.) So you can tell, I really had no friends. Well...except for her.
I always saw things when I was younger. Faeries, hobgoblins, angels, “spots”. So it didn’t feel weird to me having Mother Nora. Mother Nora was my protection and she never spoke mean to me, or hurt me in any way. She lived inside a maple tree—like a dryad or something. Anyways. When I found out that this maple tree was therapeutic to me, I’d go and sit under her and play by myself. Mother Nora always gave me things…but the kids always took them away if I showed them. I got coins from Canada, France, Japan…coins that seemed hand-made…marbles, pogs, I even got this beautiful porcelain doll once. She was broken a lot and put back together a lot. But some kids took her and smashed her. I became more of a recluse. Mother Nora nurtured me and when she went to sleep for the fall I’d feel a deep sadness and emptiness in me.
When I was 14, I heard about Pagans/Wiccans, and decided that is what I must be: a pagan, because of the seeing spirits and being very empathic. That was also the year we moved to CA. I didn’t start dreaming of Nora until 2004, when I left high school for good. Now, it is a nightly thing to see her, the tribe of kids, and marbles.
The dreams are medium length to short, depending on the plot. I have big black crow wings and am flying to Nora and am always shot down someone by a tribe of savages, just children, but horrible—like devils. Arrows, rocks, fire, guns…they shoot my wings and I fall and run towards Nora. I usually don’t make it there, but when I do she always gives me a bag of oddities. Beads, feathers, a dead frog, colored rocks; but mostly always marbles. Marbles seem to make me feel very greedy and evil, and like Golem from the Hobbit, I will do ANYthing to keep the marbles safe—and with ME. But they always get stolen. I will beat the kids up, fight then, bite them, cast some sort of magic and start `em on fire, but every time I hurt them, they get stronger and bigger until they either a) over come me, b) eat me or c) kill me. And when this happens, Mother Nora always appears to me from inside her tree (I have never seen her as a human,) and she says many different things. Mostly,
“You’re okay as long as you have It with you.” I don’t know what “It” is.
“You cannot rely on me forever, Younger One/My Child.”
“I will be here for you, but you must fend Them away on your own./
I will be there for you in battles, but you must win over It on your own.”
“I love you as a child, but I am dead now.” This is what scares me the most because it’s been since 1996 since I seen Nora and I still have a really strong bond with her. I hope when we go to WA this September, that I can go back to school and see my Tree. I’ve even made a special pouch for her, hoping that if I gave her something like she does me, she will be happy and not visit my dreams as much. It doesn’t bother me that she visits my dreams, but she always brings the Kid Tribe, and they terrify me. Painted in war paint like Indians and wilder than hobgoblins, dangerous and armed to the teeth with arrows, knives, and flame-makers. I just don’t know what to do. Is there some way of dreaming about Mother Nora without these Kids, or should I try to stop the dreams all together? Is this possible? I’d feel so sad if I made Mother Nora go.
I dunno. I suppose this is one of the weirdest threads you’ve gotten >_<
Gotta go get some breakfast….Katherine.
