That full moon last night was doozy! And such an incredible portal for dreams. Not every moon hits me with such distinct psychic relevance, but this one surely had some messages to share.
Hold onto your pillows kids, there's alchemy afoot!
Below I am going to share 2 dreams that clearly correlate with each other, that I actually had consecutively last night. One is rather raw, but that is how our psyche can be when it wants attention towards something. So no shame. It’s part of my history—not who I am. The other is relevant to current life situations that I am contemplating and planning for. Taken together, they form a somatic map and some necessary bridge-building between past me, current me, and future me.I am sharing this is to give you a peek at how I work with dreams, my own and others, because these are powerful keys to our psyche.
Scene One: Dope Dream
I am running around with a younger girl. But upon waking the scene is already fuzzy.
There is snow on the ground. And we are in a truck, but the truck has an entire interior that is more like a house. We have a “mysterious” powder on us and we are going to “play” with it. We go into the bathroom and I go back out for a spoon (an all-too familiar, if long-past excursion and retrieval). I also have a “utensil” on me—that would be a syringe.
There are tears and shaking as I type this, letting my body expel it once again for some thousandth time. Some slivers take a long time for our psyche to expel…years, decades—nearly two in this case. I have not used meth in over 17 years, yet here it is in a dream come to call.
In the dream: I pull out the utensil only to find it has the “wrong” kind of point. The tip is not that of a needle—but that of a fountain pen. (This is huge, maybe the most significant part in both dreams). It's a PEN NOT A POINT!!!
This little paragraph was hard to type—like physically so. My fingers are struggling with the keys and synaptic connection. The kind human I live with offered to hold me, and my entire body rejected that embrace. That is okay. I need this to live long enough in me to get it out. I don’t want to soothe yet, I want to emote and write before these dream scraps fade.
Scene Two: Speaker Dream
I am in my house with a young woman, maybe the same one from the above dream.
She is switching out rugs in front of my bedroom dresser. And she is talking to me about a speaking engagement. She has a partner, a young man, he is not directly in the scene, but I can see him in another vignette. They are having coffee together. I know that I am the link between them. She hands me a stack of papers, some of them are bank statements. But some of them are speech papers. She points me towards the venue. I feel nervous as I go. I suddenly know how to begin and I know if I can get that part, then the rest will come as well.
I walk into the venue and it is FULL! Hundreds, if not a thousand people come to hear me speak.
Back in my public speaking days, the most I ever addressed in a group was around 800. It was fun and exhilarating, and it’s been over a decade (in waking life) since I have done such a thing. And it, honestly, did not end well for me when I quit.
In the dream a woman hands me a mic. I stumble on my shoe as I prepare to walk onto the platform. I look down and the shoes are something I would never wear: chunky sandals with a leather strap that wraps around my toe. I cannot stand things between or around my toes! On top of the terrible footwear, I am also wearing pantyhose, another thing I would NEVER wear. Then there is a scraggly man sitting in front of the stage who is drinking and eating and acting oblivious of his environment. He needs to be moved.
As I begin my address, I feel things coalesce with these words:
“Hello everyone and thank you so much for being here! I’m Justice. I’m an intuitive, cognitive sculptor, and writer. Also a witch, a lover, a daughter, a mother, and sister. These things are my birthright, whereas the prior titles I mentioned are identities I have grown and honed. I want to speak to you of both because it all matters!”
I woke with that last paragraph playing about in my head, and the dopamine surge running through my body.
So let’s break this down:
How did I feel when I awoke?
Exhilarated and afraid. Adrenalized and tearful. Sad, angry, excited, with just a touch of shame. My body felt charged! And that dopamine cross-over is evident.
Three things that stand out from each dream and what I make of them:
Dope Dream:
The girl (in both) she was young, impressionable clearly a Maiden.
The mystery powder. I did not know I was in a dope dream until it was too late and I was nearly about to get high.
The utensil. The fact that it was actually a fountain pen instead of a syringe is salvation. And evidence of alchemy. Actually totally badass!
Speaking Dream:
The girl, (innocent, Maiden) and the carpets. She wanted things to be beautiful.
The shoes at the event. Ew. I better take those fuckers off. I’m better off barefoot.
The guy: A distraction.
My speech: Brilliant.
I will be sitting with these images for a while, and listening to the characters from the dream to discover what else they need to share. I may also practice dream-recall to see if I can retrieve any further details. I will also be gentle with myself today, and now that I have the details and sensations recorded will do something to establish my somatic baseline. Some light yin yoga poses, a walk, and go back and accept that hug from my warm house human.
This process outlined above is what I teach in the Dream Keys course. We elucidate and decipher dreams and other symbols in a safely held, somatically focused container. Whether you have vivid dreams like these, are more of a daydreamer, or simply curious about sleep and the liminal worlds, you might enjoy this course.
We begin February 2, 2024 (Imbolc) and go through March 21, 2024 (Spring Equinox) message me if you’re curious. 20% off using code MYTHANDMAGIC until December 31, 2023. www.sensesandsymbols.com
Sweet, and potent dreams!!
~Justice
Dreams are amazing and quite interesting teachers. Thanks for sharing these two with us.
Always interesting to hear about your dreams. I rarely dream, or at least remember them if I do. Your dreams seem to be intelligent responses from your psyche to your dedication in nurturing your Dream Life. Bravo! Many people could benefit from your Dream Class.
The rude eating man on stage reminds me of a person who used to feed his [bloated] ego at the front of a stage in the past. For what that's worth...