Before bed, I was doing some magic last night in my study when I kept being distracted by light and/or shadows flying across the walls. My blinds were shut tight, but I am not about to jump up and say that’s definitely something paranormal because I’m so easily spooked I can’t even watch trailers for horror films without ‘hearing strange noises’ at night. However, I received the distinct sense that my wealth entity was trying to contact me. I have him my full attention but all I could gather from him was an image of him holding out some gold coins. So I asked him to come to my dreams that night, even suggested that if he didn’t know how, he could ask for Hades’s help as I know Underworld deities have long been believed to preside over both the dead and dreams. Further, it’s not the first time I would have sensed him in my dreams anyway. Oddly enough, I did have a detailed dream I remembered in the morning, the first I have had in weeks:
[The dream is here for my own references. You may wish to skip past it and just read my methods.]
I attended a seminar held at my old high school. Soon after we began, I turned around to find a former colleague and his brother sitting two rows behind me. I was desperately excited to talk to him and catch up but I couldn’t interrupt the speaker so I sat on, all the while thinking how I would approach him after class. The seminar ran for two days, and every time an opportunity came up to approach him, shyness overcame me and I didn’t. On the very last day, I was resolute and determined to to speak to him after class. I had to do a small presentation for the class but ended up running late and missing the entire thing. When our seminar speaker reconvened, it was already late into the evening. Minutes before we were about to be dismissed, I saw my colleague and his brother excuse themselves from the room. When the seminar ended, they had long left and were no where to be found. I was alone in the dark, near-empty school. I followed two chatty schoolgirls down a staircase that led into a dark and eerie basement. I ran back to them and asked where the exit was, but before they could answer, another girl pushed open the door that led out. We were about to step out when a teacher came around and told us to wait for a vast crowd of people to congregate first. I was desperate to get home but we waited politely. When the teacher finally conceded us to leave, a few of us began marching down the street until we realised that the congregation of people was actually the starting line for a sprint. Next thing we knew, pedestrians were trampled and pushed over by the athletes. Before we could make another run for it, a new wave of racers sprinted down the street again like a stampede. I began to worry that I would never get home.
Being late and not being able to get home is a recurring theme in my dreams. For 10-12 years consecutively, I used to start every school year from primary school through to university, dreaming the night before the first day that I slept in and missed my entire day through a series of frustrating delays and found myself at the school/campus at 10pm at night.
Symbols
The high school: The place of perpetual torment. Every time I am in high school I feel small. Situating the dream here uncovers all my weaknesses and vulnerabilities.
The colleague: Oddly enough, we originally became acquainted because I fought my shyness and went out on a limb to approach him. Although this dream reminded me that I have neglected to write to him since I left my old workplace, in this scenario, he represents my desires, objectives and goals that I am not yet brave enough to grasp.
Running late: Quite simply, this is my anxiety. I ran late for my individual presentation because I was anxious about everything else going on.
Dark basement: My fear.
Waiting for the crowd to congregate: My tendency to allow myself to be extremely inconvenienced at fear of being impolite.
Pedestrians being pushed over and trampled: While I personally wasn’t injured, I think it is telling me that I am quite literally, a push-over.
Unfortunately, I need to get to some work now, but I will follow with a Stage Two later in the afternoon.
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Dreams about getting stuck back in high school and running late are common for me. I cannot count the number of times I dreamt that I was late for a HSC exam. I did actually turn up late to one of my HSC exams!
Might that colleague be the Enrique Inglesias dress-alike?
Eagerly waiting for the afternoon entry.