emily2otters
last night i did a very risky thing.
i set the dark lady in the mirror at the head of my bed, with the sage and the faery godmother flanking her, and asked her to guide my dreams. i felt i needed the sage and the faery godmother to help out and make sure she didn't hit me with more than i could handle. and boy did i have an amazing dream!
i dreamed i had a daughter, and she was being tormented at school by another girl. (the dark lady has that queen of the clique look to her, which was certainly reminding me of my own childhood...) i went and confronted the girl's father, who bore a striking resemblance to tom berenger. he listened very attentively and quietly, then reached out and stroked my upper lip with his thumb... that stopped me in my barrage, and i let out a huge sigh "huh". then he was touching my brow and my cheek with that same gentle, attentive look... and at this point the details get fuzzy (*snicker*), but i ended by curling into his arms and sobbing, and finally falling asleep. as i was waking, i was wondering what that would mean for our daughters -- would they have to be sisters now? -- and could see tom talking kindly and compassionately to his daughter and telling her why what she did was wrong and asking her how he could help her get what she needed in a better way.
it was so powerfully erotic and so powerfully healing at the same time... i wish i could talk to my own childhood tormenters and find out how they're doing now.
i wonder if i dare dream with the dark lady again?
i set the dark lady in the mirror at the head of my bed, with the sage and the faery godmother flanking her, and asked her to guide my dreams. i felt i needed the sage and the faery godmother to help out and make sure she didn't hit me with more than i could handle. and boy did i have an amazing dream!
i dreamed i had a daughter, and she was being tormented at school by another girl. (the dark lady has that queen of the clique look to her, which was certainly reminding me of my own childhood...) i went and confronted the girl's father, who bore a striking resemblance to tom berenger. he listened very attentively and quietly, then reached out and stroked my upper lip with his thumb... that stopped me in my barrage, and i let out a huge sigh "huh". then he was touching my brow and my cheek with that same gentle, attentive look... and at this point the details get fuzzy (*snicker*), but i ended by curling into his arms and sobbing, and finally falling asleep. as i was waking, i was wondering what that would mean for our daughters -- would they have to be sisters now? -- and could see tom talking kindly and compassionately to his daughter and telling her why what she did was wrong and asking her how he could help her get what she needed in a better way.
it was so powerfully erotic and so powerfully healing at the same time... i wish i could talk to my own childhood tormenters and find out how they're doing now.
i wonder if i dare dream with the dark lady again?