Being Holy. – Dreaming Religion.
Last night, as a Catholic I took it upon myself to read some of the Bible. For whatever reason, I ended up reading the book of Ruth and then the Book of David. Whilst I was reading about Nebudchadnezzar’s Dream (the one which David translated) I remembered a dream that I had a few nights ago. It was extraoridinarily vivid.
In the dream I was one of three blue demons that lived in the trees. Our appearance was across between a Garuda and a Christain Demon. We had wings and three claw talons, our eyes were yellow, but turned red. And the appearance of the world was that of a 17th century drawing.
(The image above is my best rendition – although I am sure it is not quite right.)
In the dream there was a man who was the son of the reicarnated devil, and he was being cast in bronze while he was still alive. It was punishment for being who he was, he was to be forever remembered cast within his own statue. He was dressed in the bishops garments and there was a hunched man with a curved saw who cut his feet from his ankles. The bronze was hot like the light of the Gods and poured from a ladel and into a mould. We flew over the village to watch and at the edge turned into a light like the Gods and walked through the streets in a heavy cloaks with the other demons. None could see our faces – hidden by the hoods. But when the Gods saw us walking among the mortals they also decended from the sky. Their light burnt our eyes and we were revealed. We threw back our cloaks – and flew back into the trees in the forest.
I think that perhaps this dream was a subconcious response to the fact that I have decided to be a different religion every day. I have interpreted it as my subconcious recognizing the power of humanity and the understanding of blasphemy. By enveloping myself in different mythologies and religions, I am also – in the interpretation of some – enveloping myself in each of their representations of blasphemy and of hell. So – I have taken the dream as a subconcious warning to not make a travesty of each religion or to speak badly of any God, regardless of my current religious practice.
Nebuchadnezzar’s Dream:
“Thou, O king, sawest, and behold a great image. This great image, whose brightness was excellent, stood before thee; and the form thereof was terrible. This image’s head was of fine gold, his breast and his arms of silver, his belly and his thighs of brass, His legs of iron, his feet part of iron and part of clay. Thou sawest till that a stone was cut out without hands, which smote the image upon his feet that were of iron and clay, and brake them to pieces. Then was the iron, the clay, the brass, the silver, and the gold, broken to pieces together, and became like the chaff of the summer threshingfloors; and the wind carried them away, that no place was found for them and the stone that smote the image became a great mountain, and filled the whole earth.” (Daniel 2:31-35 KJV)
(text taken from) http://www.keyway.ca/htm2004/20040103.htm
Heather Dalton 