Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Ohhh, Dream Weaver





Welcome to "The Gods Are Bored!" Dream on, dream on, dream until your dreams come true!

Part of what drew me to Paganism is its respect for dream magic.

This is not to say that the Christian church has not produced dream magicians -- the final chapter in its Big Book is a fab Dream Weaver opus. But just today, as a Dream Weaver, I feel more comfortable in the Pagan fold.

What is a Dream Weaver? Well, so far as I can tell, there are two kinds.

Some Dream Weavers actually see future events in their dreams, then write down the events as they experienced them, then publish them in the Bible.

Okay, perhaps a radical example, but a fair example nonetheless.

Other Dream Weavers believe their dreams to be gifts from the deities, bored or otherwise. These dreams are to be remembered, studied, enjoyed, feared, interpreted, and/or used for creative purposes. I am this sort of Dream Weaver.

I'm never happier than when people say to me: "Wow. I had this amazing dream last night. I wonder what it means?" In ten out of ten cases, I can exactly tell them what the dream means and how it reflects what's happening, what has happened, or what is about to happen, in their lives. Even if I do not know them.

Any bored god will tell you that Sigmund Freud was no Dream Weaver. His outlook was not big, broad, and flexible, which is what it needs to be to understand the gift of dreams.

Psychoanalysts charge big bucks to hear you talk about your dreams. Which should put the scotch to them right then and there. A Pagan Dream Weaver will gladly interpret your dreams for free, so long as you don't phone up at 3:00 a.m. or stain the furniture. At the very least he or she might charge a nominal fee depending on how lightly you sleep and how much interpretation you need.

We at "The Gods Are Bored" interpret dreams, following the above Pagan pay scale. We would sincerely appreciate not hearing from you if your dreams are all about violent attacks on elected public officials or your neighbor's noisy pit bull. Thank you for your consideration.

Here's a quick for instance on how a Dream Weaver works.

A young gal told me that she dreamed she was about to step into the bed of the man of her dreams.

Wait a minute. That sounds postmodern. Let's try again.

A young gal told me she dreamed she was about to step into bed with a guy she likes, but he didn't know she liked him. In the dream though, he was blissfully surprised at her willingness, and he invited her. Except she was wearing a big oversized sweatshirt, and she got all tangled up in it trying to get it over her head. She was finally able to wrestle out of it and move on to the good stuff.

If you can interpret this dream, you may be a Dream Weaver. Take our correspondence course! Our operators are standing by to take your call.

My Dream Weaver response will appear in a subsequent post.
FROM ANNE
THE MERLIN OF BERKELEY SPRINGS
Dreamy faerie dude by Seitou

7 comments:

Ali said...

When I was a little Catholic girl, I loved the musical "Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat." ;) I think my dream-genes come from my father's side. Over the Thanksgiving holiday when I went home to see the folks, for instance, he and I both had the same dream one night, about a colorful, noisy carnival. I told my brother about the dream that morning, and when my father returned home from work, he mentioned the dream and his assumption that it was connected to me being home... though when I asked him why, he couldn't explain the logical connection between "carnival" and my presence. Nevertheless, I had dreamed the same.

I'm still looking for a way to hone the whole dream-weaving skills of interpretation and creative application. I like to think that simply practicing at remembering and acknowledging dreams is key. Any advice?

Thalia said...

I'll have a go at her dream. I love dream interpretation too!

The big oversized sweat shirt represents some kind of self-image or persona she's got layered over herself that is getting in the way of union with her authentic self, or the "masculine" side of her that has access to her authentic self and can clue her in on it. She'll figure it out, though, and get to the "good stuff" in time just fine.

Thalia said...

Though thanks, now I've got that song in my head. As if I didn't get it stuck in there every time I update my web site anyway!

Aquila ka Hecate said...

The young lady doesn't know the full extent of her own power.
The defenses she has worn for thousands of years will not go without a fight, but go they will.

Love,
Terri in Joburg

Anne Johnson said...

Ali, my advice to you is to keep a dream journal next to your bed and record your dreams in it when you wake up. A few words will suffice to fix the dream in your memory. (Unless, like me, you drink a lot.)

The fact that you and your father both dreamed of a carnival is not a coincidence, it is rather a magical mingling of your shared experiences and preferred means of celebrating. I'll bet at some time in your past you and your dad went to a carnival together and had a blast.

The fact that you feel so happy about being home for Thanksgiving is a huge blessing, my friend. Many people dread the holiday as a must-do with hated relatives. The bored gods have showered you with grace.

Thalia, I can only say that having Aerosmith running through your brain is vastly better than having Billy Joel running through your brain.

yellowdog granny said...

hmm,veeeery interesting..
i love dreams..and love the fact that i can be having a great dream and in my dreams i have to go to the bathroom...and then i wake up go to the bathroom and then go back to sleep..right where i left off..

Thalia said...

Well yes, Aerosmith outranks Billy Joel anyday, if only because Weird Al's "Living in the Fridge" is better than his "Sling Us A Web, You're the Spiderman", but I was talking about "Dreamweaver", by, well I'll have to look it up, but that's what's Google's for:

Oh, right, yeeeeech, Gary Wright. Bleeech.