In my my recent oracle reading, I pulled two “Messages” cards back to back. The first was Messages/Dreams and the other was Mercury/Messages/Travel/Communication. They were followed by the Remember/Awakening card. The problem is, a lot of times, I don’t really remember my dreams. I think part of the problem is that I’m currently on anxiety medication which makes dreaming and meditating much different for me.
Anyway, tonight I had a very strange dream that felt very much like a message, but I am not sure how to interpret it. I’m hoping that some of you can read it and make suggestions. Hopefully, something will ring a bell or trigger me.
I dreamed that I was in a white dress in a room inside of a very old house, possibly even a castle. The walls were stone and the doors were very heavy, and the atmosphere was old, damp, and dark and moody. There were many servants in the house, but I was told that the master of the house was away for a few days. I was told that I had full use of the house and could roam as I wished… except for the room next door to the left of mine. It was locked and was to be left alone at all times.
My door and the door to my left were in the corner of a hallway, at a 90 degree angle. So, I would see the door whenever my door was open. I sat and brushed my hair at a vanity and could see the door in the mirror behind my shoulder, etc. The door gave me a very intense feeling of dread. The whole dream was very slow paced, very tense, and ominous.
A little girl with long, dark curly hair was in the hallway at one point. She was in a victorian style white dress, with white stockings, a baby blue bow at the back of her hair, and shiny little black shoes. She was holding something in her hand that might have been a teddy bear or a doll.
She was standing at the door, with her left hand on it as though she was pushing it. I called out and reminded her never to open that door. Without acknowledging me, she ran away, but her shiny shoes made no sound on the floor.
I didn’t go after her. I sat there, staring at the door, and gradually realized what was different. There was a shadow in the crack at the bottom of the door. But what was more, was that the door was one of those split styles, and the bottom half of the door was open just a crack. I slowly began to walk to it. At the bottom of the door was not a shadow, but blood red cloven hooves. At the middle where the door was split, was a blood red hand with sharp nails gripping the door. And there was a sliding panel in the top half where you could look into the room. It was open and all I could see was two very ancient looking, deep brown colored horns.
In a split second, one blink of an eye, it was gone. I walked into the hallway, and pushed open the split door. The room was completely barren and unused. Just empty stone walls and a bare floor.
I walked down the long hallway and suddenly I could feel that it was hiding somewhere, perhaps behind the drapes or tapestries on the walls. I stopped, dead in my tracks, and pointed towards one of them and my mouth opened grotesquely. I could hear horrible screaming, oved and over again, but nothing was coming out of my mouth. (Think Donald Sutherland in The Omen.)
The people of the house ran up and surrounded me. I felt them grabbing me and beginning to pull me away from where I stood. Dragging me backwards. I was gasping and frantic and muttered, “The little girl… she opened the door.” One of them answered, “Little girl? There are no children here.”
As they drug me back, I caught a glimpse of the hallway again and suddenly realized that they were dragging me not to MY room but into the barren room with the split door. I looked to my right, just as the door was slamming. There was no door, no bedroom, to my right. The door slammed shut and the heavy lock turned… and I woke up.