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Hello All,
I woke up from a nice 4 hour, much needed, nap. I'm kind of hit and miss with Melatonin. I do it to try and go to sleep in 20 minutes but don't feel any great benefit (ability to get good sleep) for 24-48 hours.
The dream seemed kind of Archaeological. Myself and some others were digging for some kind of artifacts, it's kind of hazy.. that are/were used in some kind of ritual. I'm aware I'm in Africa.. somehow. I'm not there in todays terms, no techno gadgets. The artifacts we're lead to dig up are a oddly, kind of misshaped vase, a stuck together pile of squarish stones and 2 square tablets with straight lines. We know exactly where they are and it is just a matter of digging them up to use for this ritual(?). The items represent three 'things'(?).
So we've dug out of the dirt these three objects. Then we, again me and this unknown group go to the temple for the ritual. Now there's this weird mask of Horus (I may be confusing him and another, but it is what it represents to my knowledge) the sun god who has a kind of hawks head. Tonight there will be a sacrifice to Horus. The mask is made of a kind of mesh in the shape of a kind of hawks head, though it seems to have kind of jagged teeth. It was hinged so a person could open the beak. Well wouldn't you know it, the person who is going to wear the mask is me. As the mask is being attached I kind of pass out and now I'm the ceremonial leader and the victim. Instead of being one presence at the ritual I'm victim and pulpit master (can't think of what a ritual leader would be called).
There was talk of going to the underworld and a woman who appeared to be my wife celebrating yet also a part of the ?Ritual celebration?. There were no weapons of any kind just this beast(me) a small group of maybe 50-100 people (could only see as far as the flames allowed), torches and an alter. The Alter was a few gray stone steps in the middle of a room the the 4 items on it that represented three parts. The Alter was knee to waste high. The vase was on top, then the stuck together stack of stones and on the sides were the two tablets with the parallel and vertical lines (no real pattern that stuck out).
As the ritual commenced I had to feed the thing (me sometimes seeing out of the mask, instead of the me feeding it) there was some kind of bread biscuit, bread another part that was a liquid and the final part was a huge serving that came out of the vase on top of the alter. It looked like rasberries and blackberries kind of squished together or a ton of little tiny black beetles. The final part was about the same amount as three hungry adults could eat in one sitting. The intent of the ritual seemed to be to a poisoning. I wish I could remember more detail, it was very vivid, scary yet with an air of hope as well.. though there was no outcome since I woke up as soon as I fed/ate a good portion of the beetle-berries. There was something about the river-sticks, Horus, Underworld/land of the dead, splitting in two, Ritual, my wife, who might have been at the archaeological (hand scooping) dig. For the record I don't watch TV. Upon waking I wanted to go back to sleep and see the outcome but couldn't get back to sleep. I don't know if all the symbolisms really all fit together either and outside of the kind of hawk head mesh, reference to hades, the underworld, nothing really seemed fixed on an Egyptian theme.
Started to write and define it but deleted it, I can't say I know what all the symbols were. It did make me think about lower and higher self, giving of the lower, animal, (speculation) food for the moon part of the self and offer it to the sun to be purified by fire, but I'm drawing conclusions out of thin air. It was a very vivid and strange dream that I have no bearing as to what influenced it. Not one part of it really had much familiarity in terms of scenes. It was strange to be partially scared out of my wits, part braving it and part curious to see the outcome no matter if death was met, courage won the day or if there was going to be a learning experience at all.. very, very odd. It had the feel of a Hollywood movie where I was Audience, sacrificial Lamb and head ritual guy.
Salutes!
I woke up from a nice 4 hour, much needed, nap. I'm kind of hit and miss with Melatonin. I do it to try and go to sleep in 20 minutes but don't feel any great benefit (ability to get good sleep) for 24-48 hours.
The dream seemed kind of Archaeological. Myself and some others were digging for some kind of artifacts, it's kind of hazy.. that are/were used in some kind of ritual. I'm aware I'm in Africa.. somehow. I'm not there in todays terms, no techno gadgets. The artifacts we're lead to dig up are a oddly, kind of misshaped vase, a stuck together pile of squarish stones and 2 square tablets with straight lines. We know exactly where they are and it is just a matter of digging them up to use for this ritual(?). The items represent three 'things'(?).
So we've dug out of the dirt these three objects. Then we, again me and this unknown group go to the temple for the ritual. Now there's this weird mask of Horus (I may be confusing him and another, but it is what it represents to my knowledge) the sun god who has a kind of hawks head. Tonight there will be a sacrifice to Horus. The mask is made of a kind of mesh in the shape of a kind of hawks head, though it seems to have kind of jagged teeth. It was hinged so a person could open the beak. Well wouldn't you know it, the person who is going to wear the mask is me. As the mask is being attached I kind of pass out and now I'm the ceremonial leader and the victim. Instead of being one presence at the ritual I'm victim and pulpit master (can't think of what a ritual leader would be called).
There was talk of going to the underworld and a woman who appeared to be my wife celebrating yet also a part of the ?Ritual celebration?. There were no weapons of any kind just this beast(me) a small group of maybe 50-100 people (could only see as far as the flames allowed), torches and an alter. The Alter was a few gray stone steps in the middle of a room the the 4 items on it that represented three parts. The Alter was knee to waste high. The vase was on top, then the stuck together stack of stones and on the sides were the two tablets with the parallel and vertical lines (no real pattern that stuck out).
As the ritual commenced I had to feed the thing (me sometimes seeing out of the mask, instead of the me feeding it) there was some kind of bread biscuit, bread another part that was a liquid and the final part was a huge serving that came out of the vase on top of the alter. It looked like rasberries and blackberries kind of squished together or a ton of little tiny black beetles. The final part was about the same amount as three hungry adults could eat in one sitting. The intent of the ritual seemed to be to a poisoning. I wish I could remember more detail, it was very vivid, scary yet with an air of hope as well.. though there was no outcome since I woke up as soon as I fed/ate a good portion of the beetle-berries. There was something about the river-sticks, Horus, Underworld/land of the dead, splitting in two, Ritual, my wife, who might have been at the archaeological (hand scooping) dig. For the record I don't watch TV. Upon waking I wanted to go back to sleep and see the outcome but couldn't get back to sleep. I don't know if all the symbolisms really all fit together either and outside of the kind of hawk head mesh, reference to hades, the underworld, nothing really seemed fixed on an Egyptian theme.
Started to write and define it but deleted it, I can't say I know what all the symbols were. It did make me think about lower and higher self, giving of the lower, animal, (speculation) food for the moon part of the self and offer it to the sun to be purified by fire, but I'm drawing conclusions out of thin air. It was a very vivid and strange dream that I have no bearing as to what influenced it. Not one part of it really had much familiarity in terms of scenes. It was strange to be partially scared out of my wits, part braving it and part curious to see the outcome no matter if death was met, courage won the day or if there was going to be a learning experience at all.. very, very odd. It had the feel of a Hollywood movie where I was Audience, sacrificial Lamb and head ritual guy.
Salutes!
