Beltane and the Island Moon
Here’s a recent one from the sleeping side of my mind. What is it up to?
This dream occurred in an updated, co-ed Wabash College which I attended for one year, my first.
Several women, including a dean, asked me to return, finish my studies. The men in the dream were rigid, angry. In general and at me. Following the lead of the dean, I said yes. I remember calculating in the dream, “Yes, even now after 56 years.” I can still study, write, learn.
At a gateway out of the administrative offices a German Shepherd lunged at me from beneath a cloak and proceeded to lick my face. After passing through the gateway, I was put in a fiery chair with some other men. It burned them but was cool to me.
I had a strong sense of longing, a keen desire to go back, be a scholar/student again. A writer.
This dream feels important, more so than many of the others I’ve had recently. Not gonna conclude much about it right now. Any ideas, impressions: welcome.
