Dreams of Traps and Sorcery, Part 2
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fiat_knoxI said, in my earlier post, that I dream of fictional cops. This next part of my dream concerned itself solely with one such character.
Okay, so I was meditating again in one of my Goetic Temples - only this one was in New York, atop a skyscraper. It was night outside, and the interior of the New York Lodge was brightly lit. The walls were of a light cream colour, the floor and half pillars were of a dark red marble, the colour of veinous blood, but the altar and bowls were the same arrangement as in Miami.
In meditating, I was wearing a kingfisher blue silk robe with a paisley pattern on it - the same kind of robe my Mum wore on the day I was born. Gold sash. Underneath all of this was nothing.
There was a chime from behind me. I turned, and saw that Detective Stella Bonasera - or perhaps the actress Melina Kanakaredes, who portrays her - had entered the room, and had struck the entry chime on the small side table set against the far wall, near the entrance, beside the fully laden money trees. Melina was wearing a smile.
And nothing else.
I found myself watching as she came closer to me, still smiling. I noticed that she was smoking. When she came up to me and began to lean over, I found myself wondering whether this was a gift or a trap. So I touched the back of her hand. One small, sharp tap - the way I toggle all of my "victims'" trances on and off - and her eyes cleared.
'Wake up,' I said to her.
With a scream, Stella / Melina lurched away from me, stumbling over herself as if blasted away from me by some telekinetic force. She wound up curled in a corner of the Temple, fearful and shivering. I got up, went over to the far side of the altar and opened an armoire there, withdrawing a spare Acolyte's robe in white linen, folded neatly. Crossing over the Temple floor, I proffered the robe to the actress.
'I don't want you to see me changing,' she said to me.
'It means nothing to me,' I replied, my voice soft; then I returned to my meditation.
Yes, folks, even in my dreams I am on the lookout for traps. Be careful you don't step into one of my dreams on one of your own astral voyages. :)
Okay, so I was meditating again in one of my Goetic Temples - only this one was in New York, atop a skyscraper. It was night outside, and the interior of the New York Lodge was brightly lit. The walls were of a light cream colour, the floor and half pillars were of a dark red marble, the colour of veinous blood, but the altar and bowls were the same arrangement as in Miami.
In meditating, I was wearing a kingfisher blue silk robe with a paisley pattern on it - the same kind of robe my Mum wore on the day I was born. Gold sash. Underneath all of this was nothing.
There was a chime from behind me. I turned, and saw that Detective Stella Bonasera - or perhaps the actress Melina Kanakaredes, who portrays her - had entered the room, and had struck the entry chime on the small side table set against the far wall, near the entrance, beside the fully laden money trees. Melina was wearing a smile.
And nothing else.
I found myself watching as she came closer to me, still smiling. I noticed that she was smoking. When she came up to me and began to lean over, I found myself wondering whether this was a gift or a trap. So I touched the back of her hand. One small, sharp tap - the way I toggle all of my "victims'" trances on and off - and her eyes cleared.
'Wake up,' I said to her.
With a scream, Stella / Melina lurched away from me, stumbling over herself as if blasted away from me by some telekinetic force. She wound up curled in a corner of the Temple, fearful and shivering. I got up, went over to the far side of the altar and opened an armoire there, withdrawing a spare Acolyte's robe in white linen, folded neatly. Crossing over the Temple floor, I proffered the robe to the actress.
'I don't want you to see me changing,' she said to me.
'It means nothing to me,' I replied, my voice soft; then I returned to my meditation.
Yes, folks, even in my dreams I am on the lookout for traps. Be careful you don't step into one of my dreams on one of your own astral voyages. :)
