Dreamwork – Witch Next Door

Bombing the Commune (Dream)

Back in June of 2015, I had a rash of crazy dreams. This happens to be one of them. Following the iteration of the dream sequence, I pick out key phrases and proceed to interpret the symbols for myself.

Side note: This is not odd behavior for me. In general, I only remember dreams if they are significant in some way – and usually, they’re communications from the spirit realm.

Having said that, here’s the dream:

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Mini Mobile Home

So, I just woke up. And I had a crazy dream. I don’t usually remember my dreams unless they are significant ~ like, spiritually significant.

In this one, I was with a bunch of other people. I don’t know who everyone was because I didn’t get to look at all their faces. But we were all sitting around this large table doing arts and crafts, as if I were in high school Art class. Everyone was working on something different, and these items were to be gifts for someone else. The thing is, we were all adults, not kids in school.

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Cleaning the Basement

I did not really focus on this as I was falling to sleep last night, but I do need to start more in-depth dreamwork. I used to remember them all the time, but then when you’re extra tired (which usually happens when working nigh shift), sometimes you just don’t. For a long time, I haven’t remembered any dreams. This could be related to my tiredness due to work schedule, or it could be because I don’t generally remember dreams unless they’re fairly significant.

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Bring Me to the Gates

Bring me to the gates
Of the portals of the worlds
As the clouds roll by
And the veil unfurls.

I long to feel
The immanent touch
The moving within
The incessant rush.

Bring me to the gates
The portal, the threshold
To step between the worlds
And touch the unknowable

Bring me to the gates
Where I can walk beyond the line
That divides this reality
Between your world and mine

Power flows and power grows
But I need a sense of real
I need to grasp and hold the flow
To break the vial and feel

Hold me up or hold me down
I don’t care which way is which
I need to feel the power flow
Because I am the Witch

The blood of ancients flows through my veins
And I need to know their presence
To grasp and bend and sense the flow
To feel and touch their essence

Bring me to the gates
Of the portals of the worlds
As the clouds roll by
And the veil unfurls.

Bring me to the gates
The portal, the threshold
To step between the worlds
And touch the unknowable

Power flows and power grows
But I need a sense of real
I need to grasp and hold the flow
To break the vial and feel

The blood of ancients flows through my veins
And I need to know their presence
To grasp and bend and sense the flow
To feel and touch their essence