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If anyone recalls, last year at this time, right around Imbolc (Feb. 1, Brigid's day), I had a very powerful dream with Brigid in it. It affected me greatly and helped me focus better on Brigid, who is a personal goddess of mine.
Starting before Imbolc this year, I asked Brigid for another dream. I thought it would happen close to Imbolc, but it didn't. Instead, I had this year's dream last night. Interestingly, it was close to the same night as the dream I had last year--I think last year's dream was on the night of the 19th. Anyway, this year's dream was clearer than last year's, and the reason I'm posting it is because after I wrote it down this morning I realized that it contains a good message for many of us here. This is the dream:
The guy who was the main person in last year's dream (a long-lost friend) was working on a film crew. I knew where he would be filming, so I went there. I got on a small ferry and traveled to a touristy place--it had a small dock for the ferry, a seawall, a promenade, and some very trendy, upscale shops. I sat on a park bench on the promenade, by the shops, and waited for him, because I knew when he had a break he'd sit there. He did, and although he was on his guard at first, he sat with me and chatted, and eventually we became reacquainted and much more at ease with each other. (I went there every day for quite a few days, apparently.)
Close to the end of the shoot, we were watching the playback of the filming on a monitor. We weren't sitting on a park bench anymore, though--it was more comfortable. I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep, and he turned his head and buried his face in my hair, lost in my scent (my essence more than my shampoo, it seemed). Naturally I was thrilled, and I wondered what he would do next, when he got up and walked away. I opened my eyes in time to see him get on the ferry. There was a "silent" exchange, understood rather than actually spoken, as well--something to the effect of me (or someone else--perhaps even him) saying "Are you going to make something of that, then?" and him responding with a panicked "NOoOOoOOoo!" Men--tchuh! ;)
I got up to follow him onto the ferry, but I remembered that I had to pick up a package at one of the boutiques--a gift for a friend. I figured I had time, so I ran into the boutique, which was just behind me. I could see the ferry from where I was standing at the counter; it was still docked. The salesclerk was a beautiful, dramatic-looking woman with a huge mane of golden/copper hair and really flashy (but expensive) clothing. She was very friendly and chatty, and I didn't have the heart to say, "Shut up; I have a ferry to catch!" so I just fidgeted while we chatted and she folded up the gift item (a dress? a scarf?) Then it got caught on her shoe. She tried to detach it, but it was stuck. Suddenly she took off her shoes and put them in the bag with the gift item. They were gold gladiator sandals--the kind with the wide bit of leather running up the top of the foot and up the ankle. I was shocked and told her she didn't have to do that, but she said she wanted to. I thought they were ugly--they certainly weren't "me"--but she was so generous I couldn't say no. And out of the corner of my eye I saw the ferry pulling away from the dock. End of dream.
So. I'm figuring that the ferry going across the water is the journey to the Dreamtime where my friend and I spend time together. He ran because...who knows...all this Dreamtime togetherness is freaking him out? he doesn't want me to be a part of his "real life" at this time? Dunno. Doesn't matter, I think.
I recognized the salesclerk as Brigid.
But most important--the shoes--oh, ASAHers, the shoes. What better gift to receive from a goddess? And what a lesson--for me and for all my sisters here who are having issues with men and are longing to find The Man of Their Dreams: Forget chasing a man for now. Companionship is nice, and many of us desire it, but it is SO much more important to realize our true goddess potential first.
I'm gonna put my goddess shoes on (even if they are gold gladiator sandals). Who's with me? :D
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