Dreams: By Tag: Blood

Friday, July 04, 2008: Odin

He was walking down a road in his neighborhood with his wife. The road was covered in slippery ice and snow.

At an intersection, a tall thin man (who looked like an old friend) appears, scarred, left eye missing, ranting, cutting his left arm with a knife. The scar that had destroyed his eye curved and extended along up the left side of his face; it looked old. The knife wounds on on his arms looked vaguely like letters.

The dreamer wanted to ask him how this happened, but could not bring himself to do it. But as if he knew his thoughts, he said, “There was a fight in my house.”

Then he said, “There is something inside of me that has to come out. I don’t know how to make it come out. It is not from this world. It’s in you too!”

A small group of bystanders has begun to gather. A black man with a shaven head tried to talk to him, but to no avail. He asked the dreamer to accompany him.

Then the dreamer experienced a sense of traveling, and passing a deep pool of infinite nothingness.

They arrive at a house. He has three roommates with beautiful, well-ordered, clean rooms. All of them lived in harmony.

Notes on Odin: from odr [fury, excitement, mind, poetry]; associated with wisdom, war, battle, death, magic, poetry, prophecy, victory, hunt, trickery, cunning, deception; a psychopomp; connected to the horse (the heart?) and spear; rode an 8 legged horse; associated with Mercury; hung himself on the World Tree, pierced by his own spear for nine days in order to learn wisdom; significance of number 9; Odin’s spear is Gugnir, which never misses its target; Odin’s ravens Hugin (thought) and Munim (memory); Odin’s wolves Geri (ravenous) and Freki (greedy) which he feeds meat; from his throne, he could see the universe; he gives worthy poets mead of inspiration.

Sunday, June 01, 2008: Stigmata

He backed towards the wall of a rapidly darkening room, his wife by his side. As everything faded to black, he stared at his left hand upon which a raw red stigmata appeared. Then there was no light, no sound, no wife, nothing to touch, no ground.

Into his right ear, a frighteningly close presence grunted, “Buh!”

He woke with goosebumps.

Sunday, March 16, 2008: Power in the blood

I had a dream that my wife and I were at a lavish outdoor party on the patio of a mansion. The hostess was an Egyptian woman. She poured drinks for us from an alabaster jar into our glass goblets. The wine was golden, clear and sparkling. My wife and I drank it. When we spoke again, I noticed that my wife had long incisors. This did not frighten me at all.

I entered the mansion and found a dark chamber where captives were slaughtered mechanically and drained of their blood.

Friday, November 03, 2006: Blood Money, Cardboard Houses

I was visiting Stewart, an old friend. He was wearing a red shirt and jeans. He lived in a house made out of flimsy gray cardboard. The dream began to cycle rapidly, with repetition of me walking around, over, and through the cardboard house, crushing and crumpling it underfoot. When the cycling stopped, Stewart came on to me. I told him I was not gay.

In another dream, I was walking down a wide gray hallway. I saw Dave, another old friend. Somebody threw a sharpened penny at Dave, and it struck his ankle. His ankle began to bleed profusely. I scolded the person who through the penny.

I met both Stewart and Dave at an extremely dogmatic church.

Sunday, October 08, 2006: Celebrity Secret, Vasectomy

Macaulay Culkin was hiding secret messages in his back teeth. He took a strip of paper from a sliding compartment inside a wooden board. He put the message inside one of his molars. Then he pulled a message out of another molar, and put it inside the board.

My wife and I were in a doctor’s office, discussing, first with a nurse, then with two doctors, the details and cost of a vasectomy. I could not actually bring myself to say the word.

I vaguely recall lying on a twin bed with my wife, in a dark basement. She had gained considerable weight. She mentioned that she was having her period. She was also acting frisky.

I also remember a brief recurring dream where I am going through a sequence of movements to get from point A to point B, but I cannot recall the details.

Sunday, October 01, 2006: Blood

The world was coming to an end. My wife and I decided to spend our last moments watching the end of the world from the third-story parlor window of my childhood home. Death was with us, but he didn’t seem threatening, rather, he seemed like a welcome companion. As the end came, thick red blood rained down from the sky and covered everything. Our flesh melted away from our bones.

Thursday, December 22, 2005: Shaving, Shopping

I was shaving. I had a thick beard. After shaving for a while, I looked in the mirror, to see that I had cut my face badly, all along my jawline. Blood was pulsing from the cuts.

I was hanging out with old friends, William and Matt. We were trying to make plans to go see a movie or something.

I was in a shopping mall. When I tried to enter a store, the clerk was adamantly opposed to my entering the store with my backpack.