I had a highly interesting dream last night.
In this dream, I stood somewhere outside, having an argument with my soon-to-be-ex husband. He was accusing me of many things I hadn’t done. At the beginning of the argument, things were reasonable enough; they were things I hadn’t done, but I could see how he might think I had.
As things went on, the accusations became more and more ridiculous. I don’t actually remember what any of them were, unfortunately, because that could reveal quite a bit about what my subconscious is churning up, but the last few had a high level of absurdity. We’re talking about things like it being my fault that the Detroit River is polluted and my fault that Elvis died in 1977—things that were THAT off-the-wall.
Finally, I got disgusted with the whole thing and flew away.
Yes, flew. My dream-self turned into a large bird and flew away.
I think I was a swan. (My viewpoint was in my own body, so I couldn’t exactly see myself, but I’m pretty sure it was a swan my dream-self became.)
I know that Celtic mythology is full of stories of magical swans, so I went to look up some details. On one website I found, “A mystical bird who finds its way into several Celtic stories. Its feathers were often used in the ritual cloak of the Bards. Swans are connected with music and song. Swans also help with the interpretation of dream symbols, transitions, and spiritual evolution.” On another I found the tale of the faerie maiden Caer, who could transform from swan to human form. The god of love, Aengus, fell in love with her in her human form, and won her heart by identifying her as a swan amongst a crowd of swans on a lake. Swans were sacred to the god of love in Ireland, and it was said that Aengus and Caer would often travel in swan form.
Dream dictionaries indicate that swans are signs of change and transformation, of transition, and of lifelong love.
I think my subconscious is trying to tell me that I am in the process of becoming something brand new.