protection dream

Ever have a dream that seems so off the wall that it seemingly makes no sense?  We all have I guess, but I had one about protection that made me wonder just what I had eaten the night before to dream so lucidly and yet in such a bizarre manner.  That I was seemingly being overwhelmed by things in my daily life was an understatement , so sleep seemed a refuge.  Little did I know it was going to be an adventure.  I soon found myself sliding down to my favorite place of a glen of some sort, sitting by the fire just relaxing, enjoying the warmth and solitude.  Then my guide, Brin, comes to me and tells me that we are going for a walk.  I’m thinking “NOW!?!”,,I am tired ffs! ” But it will do no good to try and argue, so I get to my feet and follow.  We come to this massive tree, and Brin tells me that I am to enter.  Really?  I am to go inside a tree?  Shaking my head, I do so, and it seems like a long ass staircase going down…down….down.  Omg..am I ever going to get to where I am supposed to be going?  Finally after what seems like hours, I reach the bottom of the  staircase.  I come to this place that seems a little gloomy, moss hanging in trees, which confuses me since that is only seen when I visit Maman Celeste..Have I come to another area of the swamp?  “Welcome Cher”, I hear from somewhere above my head.  It is not a voice I recognize although the greeting is familiar.  I look around and above me are 3 of the hugest spiders I have ever seen.  They start to descend towards me on their webs and as they get closer I realize just how huge they are.  I start to back up, and the one farthest back says to the others”she’s afraid..we are wasting time on this one because?”  “We have been asked to share with her”, says the first one.  They reach the ground beside me, dwarfing me actually, and the first one one tells me “My name will be unpronounceable to you, so you may call us as you will, and it will be acceptable”..Oh joy..I get to “name” them..Well, let me get my bearings, and think a second.  Ok then, Pierre, Jean, and George.  “Oh very clever”, says the third..He seriously is getting on my last nerve..I don’t know where the hell I am, don’t have a clue what this is about, who they are and why we are thrown together and he’s done nothing but make snarky comments since I arrived.  “Quiet George” says, Pierre.  “Cher, you have been sent to us because you need to work on your protection.  The light shield, is just not cutting it for you since your workings have been stronger.  You need to protect yourself from the attacks coming your way from some who want only to cause harm”.  I am confused.  who wants to cause me harm?  I haven’t gone out of my way to try and antagonize people…only kick when it’s warranted…”I think she’s slow” says George…And I think you are more than a little rude and obnoxious I think about George at which point Pierre and Jean laugh out loud.  Ok, I am a little slow, but can be forgiven since this is new for me, right?  They can read my thoughts so know what I am thinking. “Yes, says Pierre..we read your thoughts.  Your face is also most expressive so its not difficult for us to do.  So, pull up a seat and we will try to explain .  I look around and spy a mushroom, and it looks comfortable, so I sit…thinking this is my own personal version of Alice in Wonderland?  I think I could have done so much better in the details.  Pierre laughs again.    “You can decorate anytime you come back” he says.  So…where do we begin?  I ask Pierre.  I am avoiding George due to his obnoxiousness, and slight smell that kind of makes me want to ask him where the hell he’s been..under a rock somewhere I’m sure…  Jean who has been quiet thus far speaks finally.  “I am to teach you how to make your web, Cher”.  A web?  I am to spin or weave a web?  Is this on a loom somewhere?  I don’t know how to do this stuff! I think I am losing my mind…”Come with me”, says Jean.  I walk with him and he explains that yes, he will provide all the materials and show me how to weave the simplisticly complicated web of protection for me and my space. ” This is protected space, so you can always come here”, he says..”and don’t mind George..he’s been out among things we don’t even care to discuss with humans…it’s why the scent lingers”.  FFS…I am so going to have to watch what I think…Jean chuckles, and we enter  a small building that is beautiful to behold.  It has lavenders and purples, irridescent blues…colors that make me happy just to think of them.  And in the middle of the room sits an old loom that looks like it has existed since time began.  Jean leads me to the loom, and bids me sit, which I do.  He then begins to gather what I had originally thought as wall color but realize is silk threads.  He brings them to the loom and shows me how to place it on the loom, and soon I am following his instructions, over, under, through, around…Soon I lose track of time and begin to feel slightly jazzed from the energy.  it’s a pleasant feeling of creation and one that I haven’t felt in a long while.  After I have been there awhile, just weaving along, Jean checks my progress.  “This is impressive Cher”, he says.  “You have caught on well”.  So what do I do with this new skill and this amazing web I have just weaved I was wondering.  “Your guide will help you hang them” Jean tells me.  Like curtains I am thinking…”similar”, he laughs.  soon I am finished with my project and Jean helps me remove the beautiful web and carries it out the door, leading me back to where the others wait for us.  “George will carry it up for you”, says Pierre.  I arch my eyebrows, but say or think nothing more.  “He is the only one of us who travels”, says Jean.  So George gathers up my web and we begin the long ascent up the staircase.  “You did well for a novice”, George tells me grudgingly. “Thank you”, I tell him.  As we reach the top, Brin, my guide is waiting for us, and she takes the web from George.  He nods to her then turns to go back downstairs.  He turns to me once more and says..”take care of yourself, and we are always here if you have need of us..anytime”.  smiling slightly, he turns.  “Thank you George”, I tell him smiling a little myself, for its not every day one wins over a spider.  Brin leads me to the edge of my space and we then begin the task of hanging my web.  I’m not sure it’s enough, but she smiles, and soon there is web shining beautifully in the firelight all over the place.  How did it become so large I wonder.  I feel completely spent, so sit closer to the fire and Brin begins to sing to me.  it’s not a language that I know how to  speak, or even if it is indeed a true language but it speaks to my spirit, and I soon lay my head in her lap and drift off.  When I wake I am surprised to find that I am still  here in sacred space and not out and about the mundane plane where I live life.  Brin tells me that alarms went off, so we must check the web.  We walk to the edge and I am more than a little curious as to what is exactly there.  I am surprised to see a woman that I know..well, not personally but she is connected to people that I do know personally and has been having issues with.  She is standing there with fangs bared, demanding to know who was I, little nobody witch that could construct such protection! She rants and rails, and yet we say nothing to her, just adjust a slight fold in the web and then Brin leads me back to the fire she has rebuilt.  What just happened I ask.  Brin smiles, and says that the attack was known to be coming, so all concerned decided I needed to up the protection.  So will she come back?  No..she now knows that this is not a place she can gain access to..pisses her off, but she will go back to her original targets.  I shake my head and try to wrap my head around the realms and things I am learning.  I close my eyes again, and this time when I awake, I am returned to my bed.

Now  time has passed  since the dream, and yet the details are vivid. Especially when I see the firelight cling off the colors of my web. I am still amazed  that I was able to construct such a thing of beauty.  I have reason to think that I will be making a trip back down the tree to see the spiders, things that I dismissed before, are showing me that was an error in judgement to do so.  The protection not only keeps me protected as I work, but those living within the confines of the realm are also affected..Yeah I know, “what affects one stone reflects on all”.  So, this time when I return to the spiders, I will have at least some rudimentary idea of why it is I have come and what is expected of me.

Peace Out