Wiccan Whirlpool

It’s been a while, and I’ve had a few nights where I know something went on but it just didn’t stay with me.  I know that there was a pregnant woman or that I was pregnant in one of the dreams over the last few days, but this one was yet another adventure through a landscape of the bizarre.

The first half of the dream revolved around some kind of resort that was also a hospital.  There were lots if people running around, and eventually it seemed like there was a gang of teenage boys that were threatening everyone they encountered and treating it like a game.  Somewhere along the way I encountered a pregnant woman who was in a cream colored hospital gown.  She was in labor and she was very afraid of the gang, so I got her up out of bed and took her on a walk with me.  She was taller than me, so I put her arm across my shoulders and half-carried her around with me while trying to soothe and comfort her.  We were definitely inside some kind of structure, but it was huge and open and full of trees and plants, like some kind of giant atrium.  There were paths between the trees and some wooden plank suspension-type bridges over the streams that ran through the place.  All of the gang members had on jackets of some kind.  I have no idea what I did with her or how we got out of there, but suddenly it was night time and I was alone outside.

It was a large construction yard.  Materials were lying around in big piles and there were several warehouse-type buildings.  The one I spent the most time in was cluttered with all kinds of junk.  There was barely enough room to walk and there were no straight paths.  At the entrance of the one building there was a man who had been killed in some kind of horrible accident.  He was suspended upright and pierced through the top of his right shoulder down through his left ankle by a pole.  He and the pole had been spray-painted blue and left there as some kind of ornamentation.  Over the years his left foot had finally detatched from his leg, butu it was stuck to the floor by the paint.  His well-preserved, blue, dessicated carcas hung right in the middle of the entranceway, and in order to get inside (and we had to get inside) we had to squeeze by up against the wall to avoid touching him.  I recall that his eyes were closed but he had a weird smile frozen on his face.  I don’t know what we were looking for, but it was something specific and it made sense at the time.  We had to construct something to fight off some evil thing that was coming to get us.  I don’t know who all “us” was, but strangely enough one of my companions was actually my husband, who doesn’t often make it into my dream worlds.  He had on a red flannel shirt and he had a bandana on his head.  He needed to go outside to get something and he took the other people with him.  About this time the dead blue guy came back to life.  He was upset about his foot.  I was rather distressed.  When everyone came back they moved his pole farther into the building, I guess because that’s what he wanted.  He kept saying that he wanted to help us with what we were doing, and he wanted me close to him, which I was not particularly willing to be.  He kept talking to me, trying to be friendly.  I remember that he was looking at me and smiling, motioning me over to him with his left hand.  I would not touch him, and he was getting frustrated.  He definitely wanted to be able to touch me and he wanted off of that pole.

Ultimately some of the bad guys did show up.  They were just shadow creatures that moved very fast.  And the blue guy did sort of help, but when everyone else left again to hunt them down he started in talking to me again, wanting to touch me.

Yeackh.