The dream started in a relatively
mundane way... Walking with a childhood friend who may have murdered
his parents (this is what passes for mundane in my life). We were
with my mother, but left her to repair her car/truck. We crossed the
street to go get something to eat at the local A&W (don't judge
me!). I was hesitant to cross the street at the somewhat busy turn
off (make of that what you will). And we ended up eating at the restaurant, and spied my mother there eating with a man and a child
we didn't recognize. We waved at each other across the room, and
seemed happy (again, dream symbolism everybody!).
The Dream shifted to (or ended, and
new dream began, hard to tell sometimes) Me, alone, entering a
mansion or building (possibly in a city) of the old money variety.
Ornate wood carving and panelling covering every surface, and that
carpeting/rug that was installed in the late 19th century.
I was in a wide-ish room, at the base of some stairs, getting myself
a drink of water from a jug on the kind of brass and wood trolley
you'd expect in a place like that.
That was when I noticed the person in
the mask.
It was a full faced golden mask, of the
kind you'd see in Venice during Carnival. Smooth, flawless, with the
black make up around the eyes to keep them in shadow, and conversely,
prominent. I couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman, as he/she was
tall-ish, but the robe he/she was wearing was of a feminine cut. It
was in a style similar to a burka, but with an open face. And it was
of deep reds and blues, but covered with an ornate pattern of gold,
mostly at right angles. The hem of the hood around the mask was of a
denser gold pattern.
They gestured that I should put the Jug
in the centre of the floor, which I did. They were wearing golden
gloves as well.
They then pointed to the floor and spun
their finger in a circle, to indicate I should turn around, and then
held up three fingers to show I should do it thrice. I did so.
They then moved to the corner of the
room (to my right) nearest the base of the stairs (which were against
the right wall) And opened their arms, less in reverence, and more as
if to beseech someone, and called out “SCORPIO!” and then another
word which was not in a language I knew, and was taken from my memory
by that horrible amnesia particular t dreams. So I then repeated
their actions and words. They then moved in a quarter circle in a
very effeminate style, with flowery gestures every foot or so,
seeming to indicate the lighting of candles, while saying nonsense
words, in an exaggeratedly flowing voice. This was too much for me,
and I burst out laughing, saying, “I can't remember all that!”.
There seemed to be no offence taken, or disappointment at all from
the figure, as if It was all in jest, or just part of the journey.
This was the point in which I awoke,
and the dream ended.
There was an element of “Eyes Wide
Shut” in this dream, obviously. But that may not have been
intentional, as I have always felt that masks should be used in
ritual magick to help with both atmosphere, and the taking on of
another persona during ritual. And it was also fascinating to me
that I immediately understood the figure was leading me through a
ritual.
Who the figure was is still somewhat of
a mystery to me, and I am going to, in the near future, attempt to
find out, and contact again, as it definitely felt like some kind of
contact, rather that the usual dream denizen.
The figure seemed close to how I
imagined Hypnos, but there was also a very Luciferian vibe coming
from him/her.
Also afterwards there have been several
Synchronicities with Kevin Angers “Lucifer Rising” and Bobby
Beausoleil as well.
