I’m curious about external interpretation of a dream that I experienced just last night. Although I’m going to present this within its entirety, I’m more interested within a specific event that I’ll highlight upon finishing.
The dream started out with a more juvenile scene of having achieved the ability to levitate; I say juvenile only because levitation and flight are things that many of us dream about while we’re children. Regardless, the first individuals who bore witness to this ability were my parents…and it seemed as though it wasn’t something I could acomplish easily but was a developing trait.
The dream then advanced well into the future, I retained my age but it became rather apparent that physical age was now nothing more than a choice granted by our various technological breakthroughs. As some of you might know, we’re very close to biological immortality now days. Anyway, it appeared that science and spirituality had once again hybridized into an incarnation much more akin to its traditional origin due to the fact that the existence was better understood…including the spiritual aspects. Entities beyond our understanding were accepted and known to be amongst us and beyond in both tangible and intangible form…the former of which consisting of human incantation.
I remember that I was socializing at some sort event, people congregating while drinking their wine and appearing quite dapper. There was a woman on the balcony: blond hair, piercing blue eyes, a depiction of stereotypical divinity in her own right…staring as though she were observing a wolf and waiting to see if she had to put it down to save her flock. I glanced towards her and within that simple glance there appeared to be an exchange of thoughts that left her quite angry, flustered, and offended.
That’s when I was taken aside by a gentlemen who appeared downright frightened by what I had done, scolding me for offending someone that was obviously angelic in nature, ancient, and appeared to be a form of…how do I say this, almost like an officer of sorts. His fear and respect for her angered me to the point where I screamed something along the lines of; “I was the first daemon in this world and I’ll devour you all.”
Now, all this fanciful randomness aside, here’s the part that I wanted to highlight in particular. While saying this, the individual reeled back in horror as his face literally melted away…his entire body fell back upon the ground and turned into a perfectly arranged set of coins and viscous fluid-like grout between each one…deep red I believe. The coins, if I remember correctly, were an assortment of completely gold and copper pieces placed in symmetrical order to form his outline upon the ground. The grout didn’t extend past his outline…but was obviously a slimy substance, indicated by those who rushed over in shock and horror, then rooted through the pieces as though examining something beyond their comprehension.
Does this have any symbolic meaning to anyone else? I have never had a dream with any type of coin, let alone an individual turning into coins upon my venting anger upon them. This struck me as so incredibly bizarre that I had to post and gain a little external insight into this. I grew up on unexplained night terrors as a child, vivid dreams of sadomasochistic mutilation and other horrific sights that I learned to enjoy as one would horror movies…but into my adulthood, my dreams had faded and become somewhat mundane.
It’s absolutely delightful to see the uniqueness of my subconscious making a return, as though it had undergone a hibernation of sorts.