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Recieved: 2001/03/16 09:59
Subject: [K-list] killing off my family. oooops!
From: Mystress Angelique Serpent
On 2001/03/16 09:59, Mystress Angelique Serpent posted thus to the K-list:
I should be in bed, I've been up all night doing webdesign and
debugging cgi scripts, and I have a hot bath drawn waiting... but reading
all this stuff on family DNA prisons and tales of woe, I am impulsed to
share something.
For years, I slept deep, dreamlessssss.. not moving barely breathing,
... and very upset-traumatised if awakened prematurely.. like the warnings
not to awake someone from Shamanic journeying. People would write to me
telling me I was appearing in their dreams, doing healing and teaching and
when they told me the stories my intuition filled in the blanks, but for me
the sleep was dreamless.
Being woken suddenly was like being yanked back into my body and
landing crooked.. like being tossed asleep into a cold bath. I'd just want
to curl up in a ball and cry.
For the past month or more, I have been dreaming continuously. At
first it was fun to have dreams again, and I shrugged the change off as
just part of my orbit.. but the past few weeks I am feeling a chronic low
grade burnout from lack of real rest. I am going thru some kind of growing
shift again .. just when I thought I was done growing for a while, and
could rest on my laurels for a bit.
So, feeling rather burnt out from lack of decent sleep I spent a few
days earlier this week B*tching about it to a few friends and drinking
copious amounts of Sleepytime tea. The friends had no answers and the tea
didn't slow the dreams down, one bit. Then, I gave up and surrendered. If
Goddess wants me short sleeped and cranky, then that is just how it is.
Complaining is useless.
Of the three dreams I remember from last night, (yesterday morning and
afternoon to the rest of you folks.. I am nocturnal) two of them have a
definite trend that makes me shake my head and giggle.
In the second dream, my family were all magical beings, shapeshifters,
but I was the only one who knew. I came out to my family, and taught them
how easy it was. Me and my Dad and a few relatives headed off flying to the
city as winged people or birds.
My Dad was definitely my Dad in the dream, but he was nothing like my
real dad.. which is just as well, because lately when I dream of my real
dad I end up getting in a huge fight over nothing, and stabbing him with a
carving fork, or something. This Dad was very nice and so we flew!
We landed on a rooftop, as people, and a security guard came out and
told us we were trespassing, so I said no problem, we'll fly to the next
roof.. as we were running for the roof's edge I was calling out for Dad to
just sprout wings and go..
Well, I guess my old dad was a little too tired from all that flying,
or hadn't quite gotten the hang of it.. because he leapt off the edge with
me but didn't quite get the wings happening.. plummeted like baby bird
pushed out of the nest too soon..
I saw him falling and yelled for him to sprout wings and tried to
gesture some magic to help, as he was already too far away for winged me to
swoop down and catch him. Whether it was my magic or his own shapeshift
error, he turned into a Grade A Extra-Large white egg just before he hit
bottom. Ooooops.
Drop an egg off a six story roof, what do you get? The rest of the
dream was a fruitless effort to put humpty dumpty back together again.. We
tried everything, but it just was not to be.
Next dream. I am at some kind of charity event with my younger
brother, .. my real younger brother.. the kind with a big buffet and cash
bar.. We are having fun, horseplay and pranks.. I tell the security guards
in this dream that we are improvisors hired to entertain so they don't
hassle us for being rowdy. They buy it.. anyway, at one point I am pulling
my brother's leg, slowly dragging him along the floor with extra mime
effects of theatrical effort added. From there, somehow I have both his
legs and I'm giving him an airplane ride. How 5'8" me is managing to give
an airplane ride to my 6'6" giant of a younger bother is beyond me, but
hey, it's a dream... except I lose my balance, my feet slip with swinging
his great length and weight on the hardwood floor and accidentally crack
his head against the corner of a support pillar. oooops!
As soon as this happens, he turns into a foot long puppet. Jointed like
a marionette, but without strings, a clown-mime puppet. Cute puppet.. limp
puppet.. I'm very concerned that I've hurt him so I try to stick the
puppet's head into the ice bucket in the bar and that doesn't seem proper
so I take a piece of ice and I'm gently applying it to the puppets tiny
head with great concern when it's eyes flutter open and closed a few times
with a dazed look.. like they are those old fashioned 3d postcards or doll
eyes that change pictures when you tilt them.. then its eyes turn into two
painted crosses + + and I am worried that he is dead and not wanting to
believe it. I'm trying to do artificial respiration on a puppet and it is
just no good.. his mouth is painted on and poking his chest with my finger
is not CPR.. I try anyway.. People think I'm still being funny because
apparently nobody noticed my brother turning into a puppet.. and as I am
beginning to realize he really is a dead puppet, I wake up.
Sooooo.. In this strange orbit of endless dreaming that Goddess has
arranged, I have just killed off two family members in absurd and absurdly
funny ways.
Do you think this will change my DNA?
More than one way to break an egg...
My hot bath awaits, then sleep.. and probably more dreams.. wonder if
I'll accidentally murder the rest of my family in hilarious tragic
accidents, in today's sleep?
Blessings....
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