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.
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The musings of a woman who never could quite give up believing in the tales of faerie.
7 comments:
I think your interpretation is a good one. Just from the little bits of yourself that you share here, I have seen it happening. Godspeed, my blogfriend :)
Fly, fly away... fly so high, the wind beneath my wings... ;-)
Flying in dreams also means you are escaping something.
A very powerful dream full of truths; I am happy for you! :o)
. . . and then you woke up and realized it was all reality.
"so spread your wings and prepare to fly. You remind me of a butterfly. Oh oh Fly Fly Fly. . ."
Or Jenny from Forrest Gump. "I wish I were a bird, and could fly far, far away. . ."
Oh dear lord. I'd forgotten that butterfly song. :-P
I guess there's a hymn that works too:
"Some bright morning when this life is over,
I'll fly away.
To that home on God's celestial shore,
I'll fly away.
I'll fly away, oh glory;
I'll fly away, in the morning.
When I die, Hallelujah, by-and-by,
I'll fly away!"
It's all about rebirth, I suppose. And to be reborn, a "death" is first necessary.
yes, and that's what you sang when I took you too the church where you were finally a minority. LOL on many levels!
Thanks guys, now I'll be singing that song in my head all day! :)
Though, that's not necessarily a bad thing :D ~~
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