This morning I had a long involved plot-filled dream. It had already been going on for awhile before the part that I remembered when I woke up. I was in bed with a small woman or perhaps a child. A man was at the bedside and was telling me that Corey had gone off, or was having a problem, I don't remember. I pulled the sheet up over my head to talk with her. She was completely white and could have been made out of fabric (a doll?) or ruffled in some way like being made of flowers. (Which reminds me of Bleudowydd, a Celtic Maiden/Crone Goddess, created out of flowers who married Llew, I believe.) She told me to go out and dance to the Gods for him. So I went outside. There were mansion-sized houses with large yards about and felt Victorian or something. I was wearing some kind of frilly nightgown with a robe over that. I began to dance but shortly lights came on in other houses and I was concerned about being seen/caught. I knew that it wasn't something people were supposed to be doing there. So I left that area.
I found myself in some kind of village square paved in stone and there were stone stairs up to stone buildings. A woman smaller than I am with dark short hair and darker skin put her arm out for me to help her down the wide stone staircase with narrow steep stair steps. I helped her and walked her across the square to another building, a church/temple. And I walked her up those similar stairs. Then was sent off to entertain myself while she did what she had come to do. I went out and walked about the square. On my way back to her I saw a monument/statue that had been taken apart/demolished. The soles of the feet were sitting on the edge of the pedestal and I went over and looked at them. They were carved as if to show bones but were only about an inch thick. I wanted to take one to her as magick to give her strength and help her with her foot/feet. She had something wrong with one of them. But the workman took them to put with the rest of the pieces of statue. He pried out a part of the pedestal though and told me I could have that instead.
I was late getting back to her but I explained why and she wasn't angry with me. She took the stone and said it made her feel peaceful and that was better than strength. I woke up after that.
Thinking about the dream brought all kinds of thoughts to me - climbing a mountain, chipping out stairs for a path, going straight up the mountain (which would require too much chipping away of the stone.) Going up the side in a zigzag method would take a lot of work, many generations, but make a path that many others could follow. Climbing the mountain without a path would be riskier and not leave something others could follow but some ropes could be let down and others helped. Or spikes could be put in and that would make a kind of path that fewer could follow but still some would be able to. Something about this line of thought seems to rev up my energies. Don't know why though. Also led to thinking about why I didn't want to be seen in the dream and how that relates to not wanting to draw attention to myself. Certainly I like attention from my friends and loved ones but am uncomfortable about doing things to get that attention in a larger situation. I know I am self-conscious often but don't really know what the root of it is.
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