“…and your daughters shall prophesy”
this morning i had a dream. as much as i can remember, this was my dream:
i was in a land i can’t identify; although i did not know it, i belonged there. it was a desert, and there were many people. my general location was on a flat plain (of sand) at the bottom of some sort of hill or dune, although most of the time i was inside a room (some sort of house, i think). behind me was a large body of water, not a river, but splitting the land mass we were on from another distant one. for some reason, the "people" thought i could tell the future, so for a while, i played along with the joke, amusing myself by making general observances and winking at the ones who knew it was a ruse (although i think there may have been one or two others, it was mainly a large number of dwarves - but they weren’t telling). i suppose i should mention that the entire tenor of the dream was fairly "Lord of the Rings": i was wearing a cape, as were most of the people around me. it may be worth mentioning that it was a dark red cape with a hood, but there was some sort of pattern or design on it in purple and gold. also, i think there was a gold clasp.
it appeared that the masses were lining up outside this "room" - which was at the top of the hill - to speak to me. so i ran up the hill, expecting it to be a difficult climb because of the sand; strangely, i made it up quickly and with little effort. i went into the little room, noticing that my next guests were my friends the dwarves, in the line along with everyone else, dressed also in capes, but in the very brightest of shades of yellow and red, alternately. when they came in and sat down, they seemed to wait for me to say something, and i, enjoying the inside joke, told them to "ask me something"; but they didn’t - and i think it was at that point that the dream changed a bit.
suddenly, but without a "realization" during the dream, it was all real. i was "in charge" - some sort of "wise woman" in a position of leadership because of…some assumed power, i suppose. it was never clear to me specifically why i was in charge, and i definitely wasn’t any sort of political ruler; i think it had something to do with that future-vision. but the strangest thing, i think, was that i never questioned it - and even to an extent had rather strong expectations of myself.
anyway, at this point three things occured: one, i knew that i had some sort of power; two, i knew that a three-years war was coming; and three, that there was a woman outside in the line that was important to our "side". i left the room to find her, but even though she had come "to see me", she turned away as i approached. for some reason, she "wasn’t convinced" of me, my power, something - i’m not sure. i tried to stop her, but she wouldn’t listen. i think i said something to her about the the three-years war - because for some reason, she was important in it - and then the tone changed a little again. for some reason, as i called to her, i called myself Wisdom (as in, a name or title; also as in, Wisdom, personified as a woman in the book of Proverbs) and i think i started to quote some verse from Proverbs as she ran away. but again, it was strange in that i didn’t "call" myself Wisdom, i was Wisdom, because i was calling to her; and i wasn’t "quoting" anything i was actually saying it. i don’t have any other idea who she was, but she was clad in gray and hooded - the opposite of my vibrant colors; but for all that, very like myself. (a side note: there were actually two people, important to our side, that i went out to see, but the other one never appeared in my dream) i went back into the room and explained that i’d gone to see two important "followers" - whatever that meant - but that they wouldn’t come in.
i don’t know if something happened or i just knew it, but at that moment the lower plain was being invaded, so i turned toward the "back" of the place i was in - but it became a fortress built at the top of that sand dune, with a thick but short wall overlooking the plain and the water, rather like some sort of porch jutting out from a cave. i don’t remember the name exactly, but i was watching "Midrath", king of the goblins (or were they gremlins?) and his army pour across the sand. the three-years war was beginning, and i wasn’t exactly ready for it - i felt very caught up short - but it was also very clear what i had to do. Midrath, or whatever his name was, had to be made aware that i was in charge - that i was the responsible party, so to speak. (for some reason, i also knew that there was some sort of "challenge" to be made, or a confrontation; he wasn’t just sweeping in for a silent massacre; and also, that he would be looking for me, in some fashion. not "me" per say, but the person in charge.)
so i ran to the wall and started down the left side (slightly down the hill) and started yelling something along the lines of "speak to me!" but there was too much noise. so without stopping to question, one of those "assumed powers" kicked in and i said something like, "silence, noise of wind and noise of battle! silence, i say!" and then i went back up to the porch and climbed up onto the wall and yelled again, "Midrath, king of the goblins, speak to me!" and this time, my voice was loud and deep and carried - no, resounded across the plain. and i got their attention.
now at this point, i was aware of two very distinct sensations: that of being utterly confident, and that of being very afraid. i was standing on a wall over a very large hill of sand and didn’t relish the idea of falling; also, and even more prominently in my mind, i was in a very vulnerable position - well lit, high up, very visible, and - well, i had just drawn attention to myself in a major way. i might be shot at with arrows, or one of those little monsters might throw his flaming torch at me. and there i stood. and Midrath was getting ready to make his statement.
and i woke up.
i think that was the strangest dream i’ve ever had. it felt ultra real, intense, and very important, for some inexplicable reason. normally when i remember feelings i’ve had in dreams, they’re along the lines of, trapped, forced, "it’s beyond my control" - that sort of thing. but in this - i’ve never felt so empowered before. i knew. i was. i did.
plus it was an interesting story.
