Kahlie
Alright this dream saga is continuing.
Dream 3: Victorian Age
This time a young woman is laying in bed in her room. She sees a carriage come down and knows it's her Uncle Edward that she never saw before. She's scared a bit, because she heard some stories and it feels like he's looking straight through her.
She knows for some reason that he's going to ask her to move to another room and why they put her in that one. The women are also there and related to her.
She goes downstairs to meet him and he's interested in what she wants to do with her vacation. She tells him she mostly wants to read. She's brought some books and they are there on the table. He looks at them in a disdainful way. They are women fluff books. She tells him that has not been what she has been actually reading. But the women told her that he would be mad if she lent his books so she put it upstairs.
He smiles and makes a list with her what she likes. Goethe gets named too.
Then they go upstairs because she can not remember the name of the book, only that it's about two women and playing in the Victorian Age. While she's looking for the book she sees a lot of Tarot Decks. Mostly they are oversized. Then she sees the Flower Oracle (officially Victorian Flower Oracle), she looks inside the box to see if she left the book there. Instead she sees a Diddle notebook with a few leaves wrapped around the cards. She continous looking.
Suddenly her mouth fills up with the brownish stuff and she tries to get it out. Her uncle is visibly shaken and asks her what is happening. She tells him it just 'happened' now and again since she has been here. Suddenly she feels that he has had a love and she has died from this disease. They used to read books to each other.
I'm starting to conscious dream at this time so I'm mentally adding water/milk and raisins to the girls mouth. Most of the brown stuff is liquifying, but before she's cleaned out, I wake up. I thought "Leonard" but can't explain why.
Another twist in this ongoing dream metaphore. Again it seems the protagonist is not me. She seems to be able to divine things by unknown means. Unlike the other few times she is not panicking or anxious at all!
I do not have any of the oversized Tarot Decks she had. I do however have the Victorian Flower Oracle - which I adore - although my Readings with it haven't been very clear. I do have that Diddle notebook, I use them mostly to write responsibilities/lists down. It's the one part of the dream that's really 'odd' compared to the rest of the imagery. As if parts where bleeding in from my life into the dream.
Help! I would like to understand this dream saga...
Dream 3: Victorian Age
This time a young woman is laying in bed in her room. She sees a carriage come down and knows it's her Uncle Edward that she never saw before. She's scared a bit, because she heard some stories and it feels like he's looking straight through her.
She knows for some reason that he's going to ask her to move to another room and why they put her in that one. The women are also there and related to her.
She goes downstairs to meet him and he's interested in what she wants to do with her vacation. She tells him she mostly wants to read. She's brought some books and they are there on the table. He looks at them in a disdainful way. They are women fluff books. She tells him that has not been what she has been actually reading. But the women told her that he would be mad if she lent his books so she put it upstairs.
He smiles and makes a list with her what she likes. Goethe gets named too.
Then they go upstairs because she can not remember the name of the book, only that it's about two women and playing in the Victorian Age. While she's looking for the book she sees a lot of Tarot Decks. Mostly they are oversized. Then she sees the Flower Oracle (officially Victorian Flower Oracle), she looks inside the box to see if she left the book there. Instead she sees a Diddle notebook with a few leaves wrapped around the cards. She continous looking.
Suddenly her mouth fills up with the brownish stuff and she tries to get it out. Her uncle is visibly shaken and asks her what is happening. She tells him it just 'happened' now and again since she has been here. Suddenly she feels that he has had a love and she has died from this disease. They used to read books to each other.
I'm starting to conscious dream at this time so I'm mentally adding water/milk and raisins to the girls mouth. Most of the brown stuff is liquifying, but before she's cleaned out, I wake up. I thought "Leonard" but can't explain why.
Another twist in this ongoing dream metaphore. Again it seems the protagonist is not me. She seems to be able to divine things by unknown means. Unlike the other few times she is not panicking or anxious at all!
I do not have any of the oversized Tarot Decks she had. I do however have the Victorian Flower Oracle - which I adore - although my Readings with it haven't been very clear. I do have that Diddle notebook, I use them mostly to write responsibilities/lists down. It's the one part of the dream that's really 'odd' compared to the rest of the imagery. As if parts where bleeding in from my life into the dream.
Help! I would like to understand this dream saga...