I had an interesting dream the other night that was quite intense and has got me thinking. I’d be interested to see anyone’s interpretation of what they think it could mean:
Ok so. First of all I woke up in what was some form of boarding school or orphanage (in fact it looked similar to my old high school boarding house, without falling into too many British stereotypes…I essentially went to a big ass private estate school with an old boarding house), but all you guys need to know is that it was a big, old Manor House like those ones you see in British movies. I appeared to be a resident of this place along with many many other children and teenagers (considering I’m 18 this wasn’t really a surprise). The house was like some strange totalitarian society, where everyone was conditioned to believe that magick did not exist or that anything other than the mundane world was a lie.
To cut a long story short, there was this kid who didn’t agree with the owners so he decided to start a fire and burn the place down, but the next thing I knew, the blaze had gotten out of control and was spreading like wildfire through the manor. There was plenty of screaming, and I remember running past bodies of dead children (I dream of such happy things…lol…), the dream then cut to when I was standing outside the house and watching it burn down, three friends were also with me, one of who I haven’t seen or spoken with in years. Police sirens then sounded and there was what I though we’re swat vans driving towards towards us, and they were evidently after us because we had escaped the “normal world” and we’re showing signs of revolt.
So we started running and got in a car and started driving to my current house. Along the way, there was an enormous explosion that caused the sky to tint orange with fire, and we drove up over a hill and could see a city (about the size of Manhatten) burning, all the skyscrapers were burning and there screams and all that. We then drove past an overturned fuel tanker that was leaking, as we drove past it exploded, throwing the car sideways and killing my friend who was driving and injuring the rest of us. We were pretty close to my house so we got out and started limping towards the house. When we eventually got there, I realised we would have to break in since I didn’t have keys. Just as we started climbing to the nearest window the police vans showed up and surrounded us. They pinned down the other two friends and had me surrounded in a circle (they all had police bats as well), think of it like a Mexican standoff lol, I can’t go anywhere, they’re closing in etc.
As they all closed in, this black energy/aura came over me and surrounded my body. It was pretty intense so I fell to the floor, but then, these things shot out of me (I can only describe them as tendrils or tentacles, like fluid spikes) and they pierced all the officers in the chest and began absorbing they’re energy. It didn’t stop until they were all dead and shrivelled up, they’re drained faces did actually give me a sense of uneasiness. I then collapsed and blacked out. That’s when I woke up.
Fire imagery in dreams has long been associated with illumination or destruction. I read somewhere that a burning city can signify civil unrest in the future, so I’m intrigued as to what a magickal community can interpret it as.