Dreaming…

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I had a dream. A deer looked at me expectantly. I felt her thinking, “What are you going to do my dear?”
Mind you, it has been quite some time since I’ve had a lucid sort of dream, one that I remembered and really felt myself walking thru. Interesting that the last dream of this nature was highlighted with Moose.
A deer, they say, the “they” as in those interpreters of dreams, is a symbol of your awakening spirituality and implores you to stop being shy around others.
Okay, perhaps it’s time to come out of the woods and into the light, I’m thinking.
Then somehow I’m walking down a long hall that slopes downward with new shiny hardwood floors. I apparently had replaced the floors after a very distant cousin by marriage died in the hall. Above where he died hung branches of silver dollar eucalyptus, each embossed with beautiful designs, like a danish cookie. For some reason I put one in my mouth. I felt it’s cool soft waxy texture and drew in it’s heady scent.
Now mind you this cousin has been gone for many years, perhaps even seven, but still the eucalyptus hangs. Is it to cover the stench of his passing or perhaps to protect his soul, or maybe even to protect others from his essence. I would not know. The floors though, had just been redone.
It seems that the architecture of this hall is important. Think of halls surrounding spiral stairs, but this hall is square. One side is walled and the other banistered in black iron, straight and rather modern in style.
I walked, then, down the sloped hall turning right at a 90 degree angle and the floors seemed aged here. A golden glow emanating from what may have been something like an opening in a wall, in my mind I think I knew that I was walking into a kitchen of warmth and light. I felt content, I was smiling.
For some reason I am directed to a thought of just having interacted with my cousins. One of them the wife of the deceased man from the hall and the other her sister. They were at their most beautiful in my dream. They smiled at me sweetly, as if they knew a secret that I had not yet learned but soon would. The interaction between them seemed almost too intimate, like something romantic, as if they were one but not, a confusing connection to me.
And then I woke up.


Do you dream? How do you dream? Do you journal your dreams?Do you analyze your dreams? Or do you walk past them like freakish things too frightened to examine their intent?

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  1. Latisha Guthrie says:

    You Sublime witch. I love this.

    On Monday, November 4, 2019, In Donata’s Kitchen wrote:

    > Donata posted: ” Link to the original pic owner hereI had a dream. A deer > looked at me expectantly. I felt her thinking, “What are you going to do my > dear?” Mind you, it has been quite some time since I’ve had a lucid sort of > dream, one that I remembered and really fe” >

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