From my dream journal:
Nothing really happened, exactly. My dreaming seemed to have no continuity whatsoever. Instead, it was more like I was shown a bunch of images separated by the blink of an eye.
The first was an old man with a very long, thin beard… he seemed to be made out of mist. I was walking on a sidewalk with him. There was a baby in my arms… wrapped in a soft and fluffy pale yellow blanket. The baby had a very old soul and somehow the soul had retained everything it had ever experienced. It was speaking to me, in my mind, yet the baby was still a helpless baby in my arms. It was like the soul and the child were actually two separate entities. The baby was a normal infant, but she was wearing a little silver tiara. The gem centered on her third eye was very dark; I almost want to say it was hematite but I can’t be sure. The whole scene was rather dark so it was hard to tell. The two gems to either side of the center gem, though, were definitely black.
It started to rain. Downpour, actually. It was cold and I was worried about the baby. I couldn’t shield her from the rain and she was crying. Her soul told me to shelter her. She turned into a doll and I hugged her as tightly as I could. Then she turned from a doll into Co-Cheese (a friend’s Chihuahua). He was drenched and shivering and whining and I started to cry because he was suffering and no matter how hard I tried, my sweater just wouldn’t cover him. Then he turned into an owl. The owl flew above us for a bit. But the rain was too heavy, and the owl fell onto the sidewalk again. The live owl turned into a little ceramic owl, and when I picked it up, I put it to my chest and it disappeared into my heart.
The next was an apartment… For some reason, Dave (my ex-fiancé who is still a good friend) was renting another apartment in addition to the one he’s living in now. It was a nice place and it had an ‘O’-shaped sort of patio thing that overlooked the stairs. It was more like a hotel than an apartment. It was way too expensive and he couldn’t afford both of them, but he couldn’t choose between the two.
I could hear the rain patting on the windows.
Directly after this, Dave and I were in a black car that could almost fly. It could catch some serious air for long distances, but it couldn’t stay airborne the entire trip. A stranger randomly hopped into the backseat and Dave and I looked at each other like, “um… ok?” I had no idea who he was, but he seemed like a good guy. I got the impression that he was one of those people who are really annoying, but nice, and you can’t fault them for being annoying because of the niceness. Dave shrugged and said, “Well, I guess we could give him a ride. His place is on the way, right?”
Then he clicked on the wipers because it started to rain heavily.
The next was a store of some sort. I was standing in the aisle looking for shampoo. Anyone who knows me knows what an ordeal this can be… I’m allergic to coconut, which is the most bizarre, messed up thing to be allergic to. Just about every soap/beauty product uses it in their formula. There was a woman there with a motherly feel to her, though I couldn’t see her clearly. She was silhouetted; not clear at all. She was getting angry with me for taking so long and when I tried to explain what I was doing, she only got angrier. (Side note: I could read the labels perfectly). A female voice came over the intercom of the store to announce that they’d be closing soon and it sounded like she was crying. I found a shampoo and brought it to the counter. Two girls were there and one of them mentioned that the third girl (the one who had spoken on the intercom) had been going through a tough family thing. I asked the two girls to pass on a few words of comfort for me, and then the motherly figure and I left the store.
Outside it was still raining.
Finally, I was standing in a small room looking at a round table with a red cloth covering it. A close friend of mine was standing to my right and the old man made of mist was to my left. It was very quiet, but I could still hear it raining (another side note: it was not raining in the waking world). Without saying a word, the old man pulled a sword out of his robes. The tip of the blade was broken off, and he placed both pieces on the table. Then he took out a tool that looked kind of like a wrench (I’m no mechanic… that’s the closest thing I can compare it to). He put that on the table as well. He pointed to the sword, and then to me. I took the sword and the broken tip and looked at them. I knew it meant something; the whole dream had been filled with symbolism up to that point and this was obviously something very symbolic as well. But I don’t know what. It was just a normal looking longsword with about three inches of the tip cleanly snapped off. The hilt was wrapped in blue cloth and there was a red-and-gold tassel hanging off the pommel. I noticed that it was very light though. I didn’t have too much trouble holding it. I had a feeling that if the sword had still been in one piece, the balance would have felt just right too. But it was broken and it didn’t feel just right. The old man pointed to the tool, and then to my friend. And then I woke up.
I’ve been trying to puzzle this one out for a while now. I know the images were important somehow—I could feel that much. But I’m not sure how. The only things I can think of, as far as symbolism is concerned, are in regards to the owl. My Grammy, who was a very important female figure in my life and passed away a few years ago, had a nickname. “Little Owl.” She loved owls. We had owls all over the house. I can only think that the owl had something to do with her. But I could be way off and thoughts of her might even be distracting me from the true meaning of the owl. Also, what was with the rain? As I said in the journal entry, it was not raining in the waking world that day. I've looked in my dream symbols book, but it's mostly written by Freud, who we all know really needed a good shag to get it out of his system. That guy was a horny pervert. Anyway, I think I need some third party interpretation here. Any ideas? Let 'em rip!
