Dream 500: Interpreting Hieroglyphics
A woman sent me the above drawing of an image she had in a dream. She noted that there were also poisonous snakes and insects all over it. I attempted to interpret some of the possible meanings.
These were my remarks to her:
The triangle intersecting a square looks like pieces of a puzzle coming together. A circle usually represents the soul because it has no beginning and no end. The half circle looks like a half full cup to me which would mean that you’re optimistic. The two triangles meeting at a point look like an hourglass to me. Then there are triangles facing different directions which could symbolize a triangular relationship that is taking a different turn.
Taking a totally Wild perspective, I would guess that your omniscient Self is optimistic that it can figure out the puzzle of how a complicated relationship is changing, but time is limited.
I also like the ancient runes idea, that this is material coming from the collective unconscious. I wish I had an ancient rune translation.
Snakes usually represent change because they are one of the few animals that completely shed their skin. The type of snake usually tells you the type of change it is talking about. The poisonous snake would represent toxic change. Insects may be things that bug you.
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Dream 435: The Corrupt World
A man had the following dream:
“I was asleep, I seen my body being wrapped in threads like a web or a cocoon that surrounded me and strapped me to the bed. I watched it happening as if I was out of my body viewing it from above. Then I slipped back into my body and was struggling to break free of the webbing. I tore a small hole with my fingers and slowly but surely stretched it enough to make my way out. It stuck to me, it was very adhesive. It stretched along with my movements as I made my way and as I walked strands held onto me, and then finally the thick threading snapped and dissolved.
My bedroom was gone. I was in a large city in ruins, it was dark and smoldering, most of the structures had tumbled to the ground. I could tell that I was in a large building that had fallen but some of the walls and archways were still standing. Block and dirt and dust and pure destruction was seen as far as I could see. One doorway stood unscathed, and from this doorway came a group of men in suits, but they no longer had a human appearance. Instead of having heads, their necks branched out into rectangular shapes like the ends of beef jerky. Their flesh was the same, only I thought it was made from bacon or ham and other meats from swine. (they had been living high on the hog)
They were dumb and confused and stumbled around bumping into things. I found a few tables, gathered each of the creatures, strapped them down so they couldn’t move. As I was tying the knots I noticed bubbles pooling together on the doorways and walls. These sweltering pockets were swirling with multiple colors mixed with red, purple and yellow. They looked that of amniotic sacs, veins grew upon the sacs and pulsated. I watched them burst, giant larvae-like creatures incased in fluids gushed out onto the floor. They were the size of my arms at first; I watched as they twisted around and grew into children the size of nine-year-olds with a full head of hair and beautiful multi-colored eyes. They were wet, their skin was a dark gray and blue tone.They were holding their stomaches, their ribs showed like they had suffered from starvation.
Their attention was drawn to the center of the room where I had strapped the meaty beings to the tables. Some could walk but some crawled, but they all slowly made their way to the center of the room and ripped into the creatures. The creatures didn’t have eyes or mouths but I could see their suffering in the way they moved about each time a child bit into them. Suddenly everything rattled and it sounded like a wrecking ball was hitting walls. As I lifted my gaze I could see the remains of structures being knocked to pieces and the floor shook as a giant made his way through the rubble. He was at least fifteen foot tall, dressed in a red bishop’s robe, his facial appearance was stretched about in a demonic nature with black eyes and pockets of dark swelling veins showing on the outside of his skin. His hat stood several feet high and was made of gold, diamonds and other gems that people had obsessed over.
As the giant made his way over to us, his attention was on the children the entire time. I tried to pull them away from their feast but they were so desperate to consume the men they paid no attention; the ones I tried to grab and force to leave just pulled away from me and latched back onto the meat of men. As the bishop entered he grabbed the children one or two at a time, revealing his razor-like teeth and chomped their heads from their bodies, then tossed them to the floor. I tried to stop him but he swatted me, I tumbled backwards across the room and slammed against a wall and then to the ground. As he made his way toward me I heard a vicious growling above me. As I looked up drool splashed across my body and I seen a two-headed dog on a caved in portion of the roof, snarling at the bishop. It launched at the demonic giant, it was the size of a bear but the giant kept slapping it to the ground.
More dogs arrived, all of them with two-heads, all of them enormously large. The beasts pulled the bishop to the ground, ripping at his arms, pulling at his cloth and one had latched upon his throat, but then they began falling to his sides. He had grabbed a piece of twisted metal from the building’s fallen structure and was stabbed at the dogs. He bit them just as hard and ferociously as they were biting him, gashing one another’s flesh, blood dripping from open wounds and splashing about. In the darkest corner of the room I noticed a spear leaning against the wall. It had what appeared to be hieroglyphic markings on it. I couldn’t make out the shapes or the meaning of the markings but it was of an ancient origin. I grabbed the spear and cautiously approached the battle but by this time there was only one dog alive. The bishop knelt over the beast and held it to the floor by the neck as it growled, barked and kicked its legs around trying to squirm free to attack again. The bishop glanced at me with one hand raised high above him with the twisted metal tight within his grip. As he took a breath and gritted his teeth together, but before he could swing down to destroy the beast I ran the spear through his side and upward into his body. His body instantly became limp and he fell forward, releasing the dog. The beast and I shared a slight moment as it looked at me and with trembling hands I stared back at it. He was startled as if he heard something and ran towards an opening in the room to leave; the room filled with light until I was blinded and then into complete darkness. I could hear the dog’s heads barking as I as woke up. Even for a few seconds after I opened my eyes I could still hear it.
I was thirsty. I turned on my bathroom light and then went to the kitchen. I opened the refrigerator door, pulled out a soda, as I closed the door and turned to walk back to my room something dark and tall was next to me, it blocked the light coming from my bedroom and it held no definite shape. I stepped around the black mass and made my way back to my room. I looked back to see if I had really seen something or if my eyes had played tricks on me as they may have been adjusting in the dark after being exposed to the light in the fridge. The mass was gone just as quickly as it had appeared. I often remember my dreams in great detail and sometimes feel like something is showing me things that’s hard to fully make out. The dreams I have are often this dark, this beautiful and, this twisted. I am an aspiring writer and I do write fiction, so I don’t mind it at all. In fact, most of my screenplay ideas have come from strange clips or scenes I’ve had that were in great details. I’ve even had dreams that seemed as if they continued from a previous dream, as if it’s showing the next scene or vision to me.
Was there really a black mass? Maybe there was. Did I conjure up these images and this story from real world experiences or did something show me the dream? In my opinion, it might be a happy blend between the two working together for reasons unknown. Maybe my life experiences and imagination lets them in to play, and maybe they aren’t playing at all. When I analyze my own thoughts and personal fears, I will say this: I fear a famine is coming and the world will be thrown into a period of destruction and turmoil that most people can’t even fathom. I fear the government and the 1% think they know what they are doing and they believe they will be safe from these disasters but no one is safe. I think that the Vatican and Catholicism is in fact an evil empire that has had its grip on society and the way things are ran in this world for centuries and they will one day see that they are not the one that will decide the fate of man. I think that life will find a way to continue, but like the sad and hungry children in my dream, they will be full of desperation and their willingness to survive will stop at nothing. I have no clue what the two-headed beasts may have been but it saved my life, and many of then children survived thanks to them. Hideous or not, they done their duty and were our guardians. Take it with a grain of salt, but I feel that the symbolic images and story here, is indeed a fate mankind may one day have to live through. I feel like this dream could be translated in so many ways and am interested in what people have to say about it.”
I believe this is not only a big dream; it is a gigantic dream. It is talking about your personal transformation, the challenges faced in the world, and your possible role in it.
The first part obviously describes you being in a cocoon and escaping from the cocoon. The implication is that you’ve gone through a metamorphosis. Your worldview has been totally deconstructed, which is evidenced by the destroyed buildings an wreckage surrounding the situation.
The next part of the dream is all about the wealthy financiers. They are made from the meat of swine which says a lot about your feelings towards them. They carry maggots which become children. The implication is that the children are relegated by them to feeding on their waste products.
The children are ravenous beings because they have been starved for so long and literally want to eat the swine wealthy. A representative of the church, which I believe is a Roman Catholic Bishop or Cardinal because of the way you described the vestments and attire. You seem to see the church as involved in fending off the children to support the wealthy.
The dream was very archetypal in that you get a spear with hieroglyphics on it. It is like an ancient sacred weapon. You saved the last two headed dog/bear. Animals are usually the dreamer’s instincts.
It is your instinct to be fiercely loyal and protective–strong like a bear and loyal and protective like a dog. The dog being two-headed indicates that you put double the value on being loyal and protective.
In this dream you use your heroic masculine to save the protective instinctive Guardians that save the innocent/helpless from the evil and vile bureaucracy which oppresses the weak and rewards the wealthy.
I think this dream speaks rather well of your intentions. The question is “how accurate is this depiction of reality?”
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