Thinning of the Veil
Last night I dreamed of the dead. It's not unusual for me to see folks that have moved on from this world. And with the coming of Samhain, the veil is thinning more than usual. But the overall atmosphere of the dream was conflicted. There were notes of happiness, but also sorrow and unsuccessful searching. I'm not sure what it means or to where it will go, but I need to write it down before I forget.
I remember being on a farm. I've never been to said farm, but there were pig pens and a common area farm yard surrounded by barns and forest. I was standing with someone... not unlike Maurice from the show "Big Mouth" that I recently watched (and finished, mind you)... so more of a creature than a person. I saw my ex-husband standing by the fence to the pig pen looking at the animals rolling around in the mud. He was smiling and happy. Then he turned around and called to someone behind him. I looked to my right and toward me ran his grandfather. But, circa late-80s/early-90s... before I knew him or Derek. And he was carrying a younger Derek piggy-back style, smiling and laughing. I said, "I'm watching old memories... I need to record these." I looked over at my companion and he already had my phone in his hand... the scene was recording on the screen, but had disappeared from the "reality" in front of me. The barnyard was there, but no people present. They were now only on the screen in front of me. The creature panned around, following the ghosts as they cantered around. Then the scene changed.
I was in a cluttered abode. Electronic equipment everywhere. It was a post-apocalyptic techie hoard, with computers and lights beeping and blinking. I patted myself, realizing the phone wasn't in my hand. I saw a box of random devices and began rummaging through it, looking for MY phone. I started to panic, unable to find it, knowing I was leaving that world soon and wouldn't have record of what I had seen. end scene
Another part of my dream didn't involve ghosts, but it did involve an abandoned dam and water power station. I walked along the wall and water was flowing over one part of it. I slipped and fell into the water up to my waist, but then floated back onto the wall. I ran into the power station office and there was evidence of death all around. I was holed up there like the zombie apocalypse had come... a few others were there, too, and we were planning what to do next. That dream is fleeting, though, and I don't remember any other parts of it in real clarity.
I don't take much stock in "dream meanings" anymore... mine are a combination of previous thoughts, images, and recent experiences from the past day or two, bubbling up through my subconscious. It always leaves me crying or otherwise brokenhearted to see people I've lost... and last night was no different. I woke up several times throughout the night and remember having tears in my eyes at least once. I love Halloween, but Samhain is always a strain and struggle for me to endure.