I had a dream last night, when I rolled back in my bed….
(*cough* sorry, wrong genre. I’m not actually a bluegrass singer.)
Okay, so I did have a dream last night. It was of my red cat, who has decided not to come in when I call him home the last few days. He is a talker and a gadabout and a charmer, and I’ve yet to meet anyone who doesn’t live with me or visit me often who didn’t adore him. (Living with him is a different matter entirely.) Anyway, my cat had somehow been let out with his harness and leash still attached to him, and he had gotten completely tangled up in the lilac bush out in front my parent’s house. I guess I had heard him yowling, or my mom had come to get me, so we went out to figure out what had happened and untangle him. In the dream, he had practically been strangled in his struggles to get loose, and was tired and limp. Him getting caught up someplace and strangling himself is one of my biggest fears for him now that he’s a semi-outdoor cat. (The other one being that someone might kidnap him, because he is an gorgeous, soft, beautiful, friendly orange cat who, though very intelligent, has very little fear reaction.)
Upon waking up, I find out that he had been busy annoying a neighbor’s indoor cat last night and that we had gotten a call at 3AM telling us all about it. Which we all ignored, because no one recognized the number. Then this morning we received another call from the same neighbor asking if he was okay and letting us know that he was a big, beautiful cat. He’s home now, exhausted and smelling vaguely of perfume. In some ways I’m lucky that he is a big, beautiful, friendly cat, because that means people often forgive him for a lot of things that an uglier or mangier cat would not be able to get away with. Unfortunately, though, in his four yeas of life he has figured out that he’s beautiful, and he flirts outrageously whenever he gets a chance–even if this means he has to hunt through the entire neighborhood until he finds someone to ooh and ahh over him. Sigh, cats.
Baut back to dreams. This is about as close to prophetic as my dreams get. Cat got himself caught, near home (the neighbor was literally right across the street) but was unharmed, and came back exhausted. And I don’t know if it was just a coincidence and the dream was motivated by my worry for him not coming in or the fact that I was semi-awake at 3AM or what. Just don’t generally get a lot of outside information streamed to me in my dreams. And I worry sometimes that I’m not a very good polytheist (or pagan or empath or psychic, for that matter) because of it, because isn’t that what priests are supposed to do? Get fancy info-laden dreams?
What I do get in my dreams, though, is a lot of processing. In addition to the cat dream, last night I was busy untangling a ritual that I was writing in my mind. I’m not actually working on one IRL, but I did go to bed with “So Freyr, what do you want with this dedication?” running through my head, so it was probably the Freyr ritual. Unfortunately, now I can’t remember a bit of it. I suppose it is just as well, because I had hit a wall in my ritual writing in my dream as well. But as often as not, I will process things in my dreams and have an “Aha!” moment upon waking and writing them down. And the imagery in those processing dreams is not at all different from my journeywork, actually–in both, I will feel like I spend a lot of time and effort working on something very meaningful only to come out of it, write it up, and go, “Seriously? It took that long just to convey the message that Person X is not going to change their behavior? You couldn’t have just started that up front and moved on?”
I know I had asked this a little while ago and had gotten a response for a few of you that getting messages and prophetic images in dreams was not all it was cracked up to be–didn’t make for restful sleep, and sometimes there was nothing you could do about a given prediction. But still, I kinda wish I got bigger dreams than, “The cat is stuck in a bush. Go free him.”
The cat in question.