Wiccan Whirlpool

Dream of 10/20…I’m getting behind!

There isn’t much to recall, and at first I though that I’d had a peaceful night’s rest, but it hit me like a brick that this was not so.

When I became aware I was walking down a country road in my home town.  I decided I would try to take a short cut that I had learned of in another dream, knowing full well that the way was very difficult and would take me longer than just walking the straight path.  As soon as I left the road the weeds and trees became a wild tangle except for a very narrow way that twisted and turned quite mercilessly.  The air was a comfortable temperature but it was very humid, and shortly it began to rain softly and the trail became a mess of mud.  As the path became slippery it also got hillier, to the point where some of the hills were almost straight up and down and I had to hold on to branches to keep from falling thirty feet or more.  It was dark outside, but I had no trouble seeing my surroundings, which were quite lush and colorful.  It was as though the light was radiating from the plants, or perhaps from the air around the plants as the leaves and flowers didn’t look as though they were glowing.  Eventually I came to a place where a stream ran across the path, and there was a fallen tree across the stream where I sat down to rest.  Two women were walking by on the other side of the stream but they could not see me.  A cat jumped up where I was sitting and I petted it for a while.  It reminded me of one of my dead cats, a black Mainecoon mix with an adorable personality.  When the cat got down to go I followed it up to the home of one of the women I had seen.   The hill it sat on was so steep that I had to climb straight up the rock face of the front yard to get to the walk way.  She left the front door of her enormous house open and I could see all of the way through to the back yard.  The house itself doesn’t stand out in my memory, only to recal that it was stone and it was quite big, at least three stories, and had a steep roof.  I don’t remember seeing the inside of the house as I walked through, but it seemed that as soon as I enetered the front door I found myself at the back door opposite.  It was the yard that was memorable.  Imagine the “secret garden,” only the size of a soccer field.  There was an impossibly huge living hedge surrounding this place, which was filled mostly with grass.  To my left, off in the distance, I could see another house.  It had an open porch on the second storey and this was loaded with junk of all sorts.  The windows were all dark.  Ahead of me I could see an old disheveled woman sitting in a chair, wrapped in a dark shawl.  She was sipping tea from a little white china cup.  Beside her was a small table with the tea service.  I knew the second house belonged to her.   She didn’t speak to me, but in my mind I heard her tell me that this was her daughter’s house but that I was welcome on the path, and that I should follow it to the hedge where I would find a door.  As I walked away I began to see the door through the darkness.  It was built right into the hedge, which stretched up farther than I could see.  It was made of some dark ancient wood and it had hinges and a knocker-ring and a knob all made of wrought iron.
I opened the door and found myself in a large back stage area in a theater.  There were people everywhere, apparently getting ready for a production.  This area was also larger by three or four times what it should have been, and it was filled with old props, old junk that might be used as props eventually, wood and paint stuff from set construction, and piles and boxes of costume pieces.  A man I seemed to know came up to me and made me feel welcome.  He wsa dressed all in black, and I knew he was gay.  In fact, I’m pretty sure all of the men there were gay, and I don’t recall seeing many women.  He invited me to a party and I went.  The cast of this production was there and everyone was drinking and dancing and having a good time.  The party place was dimly lit, and it seems like the walls and everything there were dark red, including the little bit of light.  It was fascinating and horrific, and I found a comfortable chair in a saide room to sit in and watch the party.  My friend came into the room a bit later and started taking pictures of me and everyone else.

There was a flash from the camera and I found myself in my old high school in the guidance office.  Someone there was telling me how I had to help find some old records, mine among them.  They included our degrees and teaching certificates, and I should start looking in the kitchen.  So off to the kitchen I went, and I immediately decided to look in the cabinets above the sink.  I climbed up on the sink so I could reach and see into the top shelf.  Of course, when I opened the door the inside of the cabinet was enormous, far larger inside than on the outside.  I dug through ancient and rusting cans and other junk, and piles of yellowed paper.  Eventually I found a pile of stuff I thought might be important, and other people began filing into the kitchen.  I found my grandfather’s teaching certificate and a bunch of other old documents, and eventually found mine and those of my contemporaries, some of whom were in the crowd now gathered near my feet (I do not have a teaching certificate, btw).  My gay friend returned and explained that we had to get back, and so we climbed up into the cabinet to find a small trap door that lead up into the backstage place I had been before.  He said we had to go and we had to move fast, and that no one should see me…and I woke up.