buried alive and a little groggy. . .
Sorry if this makes no sense - I am barely awake, very confused, and it is 3 am. This is the dream I just had. . .
I was sleep. I had planned to get up in the early morning hours to perform a ritual (not sure what ritual) but at 12:46 am, I saw the clock as I woke, there was a clap of thunder and a surge in the power. The power was off but the clock still worked. The thunder also woke James and I began explaining to him it was time to do the ritual NOW. I didn’t have time to clean the room as I had planned and there was laundry and such strewn about. I was directed (by an absent La Sirene) to sit in the floor in front of the television (which was also working despite the power outage) and watch for a message. As I was doing this I reached into the corner and grabbed a small table which was long, black and rectangular, standing only a foot or so or the floor. I knew I was supposed to set up the altar for ritual but I wasn’t sure what ritual I was doing or what to put on the altar and I remained confused as I watched news coverage of the hurricane on the TV. Spliced into the news footage were scenes of a rocky beach with someone (I knew that even though I was watching it that someone was me and I could simultaneously feel being in front of the TV and there too) was being buried with nothing but the nostrils remaining uncovered, the tide was coming in. I was panicking at the rising tide knowing I would drown and also watching the TV worried about not being prepared and the condition of the room. The voice that was driving me kept pulling me away from worrying about the state of the room and trying to wake up and the confusion of what ritual I was doing and smoking a cigarette (which I suddenly realized I was doing and felt that I had been irreverent for smoking while I was supposed to be doing a ritual) and the voice was focusing me back on the pictures of the storm. The thunder, the raging winds, the rising tide. I watched the ocean consume the nostrils that had been barely sticking up out of the sand. Then I saw the person (me) unburied knowing while watching it that it had been three days since the tide had drowned me. I was pale and white, water logged but alive. James looked at me a said ‘it is time to do the ritual to break the curse’ and I responded ‘La Sirene is saying I need to be sure I really WANT to break the curse.’ I don’t know what ‘the curse’ was but it felt as if it were more a burden of responsibility that I wanted to give up rather than an evil thing that was happening to me. Then I actually woke up - very confused because I had felt very awake and lucid the entire time. It was a quarter ‘til three.
Obviously I have an altar to build. Is there a significance to the 12:46? The qabbalistic training in me wants to added it and divide it and look it up but I don’t think that is right for this case.
I was sleep. I had planned to get up in the early morning hours to perform a ritual (not sure what ritual) but at 12:46 am, I saw the clock as I woke, there was a clap of thunder and a surge in the power. The power was off but the clock still worked. The thunder also woke James and I began explaining to him it was time to do the ritual NOW. I didn’t have time to clean the room as I had planned and there was laundry and such strewn about. I was directed (by an absent La Sirene) to sit in the floor in front of the television (which was also working despite the power outage) and watch for a message. As I was doing this I reached into the corner and grabbed a small table which was long, black and rectangular, standing only a foot or so or the floor. I knew I was supposed to set up the altar for ritual but I wasn’t sure what ritual I was doing or what to put on the altar and I remained confused as I watched news coverage of the hurricane on the TV. Spliced into the news footage were scenes of a rocky beach with someone (I knew that even though I was watching it that someone was me and I could simultaneously feel being in front of the TV and there too) was being buried with nothing but the nostrils remaining uncovered, the tide was coming in. I was panicking at the rising tide knowing I would drown and also watching the TV worried about not being prepared and the condition of the room. The voice that was driving me kept pulling me away from worrying about the state of the room and trying to wake up and the confusion of what ritual I was doing and smoking a cigarette (which I suddenly realized I was doing and felt that I had been irreverent for smoking while I was supposed to be doing a ritual) and the voice was focusing me back on the pictures of the storm. The thunder, the raging winds, the rising tide. I watched the ocean consume the nostrils that had been barely sticking up out of the sand. Then I saw the person (me) unburied knowing while watching it that it had been three days since the tide had drowned me. I was pale and white, water logged but alive. James looked at me a said ‘it is time to do the ritual to break the curse’ and I responded ‘La Sirene is saying I need to be sure I really WANT to break the curse.’ I don’t know what ‘the curse’ was but it felt as if it were more a burden of responsibility that I wanted to give up rather than an evil thing that was happening to me. Then I actually woke up - very confused because I had felt very awake and lucid the entire time. It was a quarter ‘til three.
Obviously I have an altar to build. Is there a significance to the 12:46? The qabbalistic training in me wants to added it and divide it and look it up but I don’t think that is right for this case.