I had a discussion about psychpomps with my partner, to help guide me towards my path spiritual-wise. After a night of research, I had a dream and took notes on it the next day. It was quite bizzare to me, due to the fact that my dreams never stick and have very little meaning.
So if the notes don't make any sense, apologies. But if I could have the forum's help with understanding just who/what I was experiencing, it would be greatly appreciated!
Thanks! ~spikeychick~The Dream:
In one half I was at the opening of this series of catacombs, I have no other explanation as to what it was. I had someone with me who was going to guide me there, though I could not see his face, but am pretty sure it was a human man with gentle features, tan shirtless, well defined muscles, medium hair length light brown in color. (sensed that more than anything) we had a dark heavy blanket with us, perhaps made of wool navy blue in color. As I entered the entered the cave, there were a few rooms at the top portion, one where we stood, a larger room in the middle, and a small room only leading to the steps to the lower section. He put the wool blanket over my shoulders, and I lifted my hand upwards and pushed off with my feet, as I did this the blanket fell off and I was flying on my own, I tested out my newfound ability. And did circles in the air before zipping through the rooms up top. I darted out of sight and down the steps, as he reached after me trying to have me wait for him. When I was able to see the downstairs portion, he was behind me, allowing me to observe everything there. There were a vast number of rooms off of this long walkway, farther than I could see, with large rooms on both sides. Almost out of my sight was a brightly lit room, with a chandelier made of something that looked like antlers upside down,made out of wood though with many lights attached to it. The room looked like a fancy dining room, adorned in a lot of white lacy linens with bright large silverware, white clean china plates and sparkling glasses. There was a moment I was outside of the entrance and tried to fly again, and wasn't able to. Like I was only able to fly in the catacombs and with the blanket. The climate of this place was hot, and dry very airy and there was no humidity anywhere. I want to say there are lots of small stones that make up bigger mountains, and there may have been sand. I was more aware in this portion of the dream, able to interact more.
The other half of the dream consisted of a witch who was dressed in a lot of black, looked a bit tattered dress, with old glasses. She was taking care of two children who had really distant parents, at the mother's request. The witch was mocked and belittled by “normal” looking people. Her room consisted of a broom, a lot of petagrams, old books, athamaes, wands, and stuff. It was very dark and had many candles lit all around to illuminate what I could see. As she was caring for the children, within the crowds of people that were going around them, I saw a tall man, dressed goth punk, hair black with a painted face, black and white black over the eyes and the mouth and the nose, he held in one hand a marionette but on the end of many many strings were tiny doll-like things, but the dolls were alive and flailing around on the ends of them, the dolls had no eyes like they almost scratched out their own eyes or something, they may have been screaming but it was inaudible. In the other hand I think was a rose, or a staff and a rose. He looked right at her and the children and said nothing as he was walking past them. Just acknowledged her and the kids. The kids were seeing more of people like this pop up out of the crowd, like they were embodying deities and the children were understanding more just by being around this woman. A few had wings, and other dramatic features as they popped out from the crowd of people. But weren't as defined as the tall man was. I had very little interaction in this half, I was very much a fly on the wall, just observing and the only portion of this that interacted with me, was the tall man, he looked right at me, or almost through me. It was very interesting. His eyes were, intense and calming, as well as wanting to make sure I was paying attention, very deliberate. They were dark iris color in contrast with the white of the eye itself. You could feel that he was very powerful and could possibly bring lots of destruction on stuff. As he stared at me it's like that “world” disintegrated and was replaced with nothingness, just him staring at me. His figured was curled and crouched down so that I was able to see him, and only him. Everything else was blotted out by his enormous stature, and his eyes so fixated upon me that, as if, at that moment in time I was to serve no other purpose in life but to stare at his eyes and acknowledge and focus on him.
