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Jan. 4th, 2019 06:16 amStrange dream about not actually threatening evil/badness.
Three small old houses in very close proximity (across the small yard, basically), otherwise surrounded by post agricultural regrowth. While structurally sound, all had the feeling of generations of rural poverty. The middle house was unpleasantly haunted, and that's where we (me and someone else, but I don't know who) lived.
It was a weird mix of unrelenting dread, the occasional strange happening, and scenes from previous tenants' much more actively haunted and persecuted experiences. All the characters, both the haunt and the tenants, appeared to be women, as did the person who lived in the first house with whom we took short term refuge, and who provided background and assurance that we weren't crazy.
I think the third house was empty.
I woke at 4:00 AM to intense rain passing overhead. I expected a feeling of fear and discomfort to follow me from the dream, and was slightly surprised when it did not. I fell to dozing for the next hour and a half.
The same three houses, in the same physical set up, only this time it was in a near tropical environment, and the site of a group of white tourists that included me and my extended nuclear family. The site had the feeling of a guided or curated event around indigenous/pagan/voudun spirituality, and all the facilitators were black women with pronounced Caribbean accents.
At one point, my sister (who was wearing a simple white shift, and walking with a cross between a stick and a cane) said she needed to get out for a bit, so I walked with her past agricultural fields to get to "civilization", which took the form of a small, strange enclosed mall. We stopped at a jewelry stand, and she took great interest in trying on much of the jewelry; the upscale proprietress was unfazed by her shoelessness or rustic appearance. After buying nothing, we walked back and I became aware of an oblong black box, that seemed fully of fancy billed caps once when I looked, and that I had had it the whole time.
Upon return, a large ritual had just begun. The head facilitator/priestess cried out "Let us make him welcome!" and the him in question had a definite Satan vibe. Many of the women and some of the visitors began taking up positions representing/embodying beings like Saturn, Jupiter and Io. My ex-stepfather was hanging back, and confessed to being uncomfortable with the generally Satanic vibe. I remember he was standing near a stone wall that marked a boundary, and he was inside. I began explaining that many of the rites the Catholic church performed were equally as Satanic, and that neither were necessarily bad or evil. As I was speaking, I could see his physical kinesthetics shift, and his usually gruff voice became higher and clearer. As he started to walk toward the ritual site, saying things like "Let us see how they did it this time", I ended my explanation to him with "...but I believe, sir, you know all of that".
Three small old houses in very close proximity (across the small yard, basically), otherwise surrounded by post agricultural regrowth. While structurally sound, all had the feeling of generations of rural poverty. The middle house was unpleasantly haunted, and that's where we (me and someone else, but I don't know who) lived.
It was a weird mix of unrelenting dread, the occasional strange happening, and scenes from previous tenants' much more actively haunted and persecuted experiences. All the characters, both the haunt and the tenants, appeared to be women, as did the person who lived in the first house with whom we took short term refuge, and who provided background and assurance that we weren't crazy.
I think the third house was empty.
I woke at 4:00 AM to intense rain passing overhead. I expected a feeling of fear and discomfort to follow me from the dream, and was slightly surprised when it did not. I fell to dozing for the next hour and a half.
The same three houses, in the same physical set up, only this time it was in a near tropical environment, and the site of a group of white tourists that included me and my extended nuclear family. The site had the feeling of a guided or curated event around indigenous/pagan/voudun spirituality, and all the facilitators were black women with pronounced Caribbean accents.
At one point, my sister (who was wearing a simple white shift, and walking with a cross between a stick and a cane) said she needed to get out for a bit, so I walked with her past agricultural fields to get to "civilization", which took the form of a small, strange enclosed mall. We stopped at a jewelry stand, and she took great interest in trying on much of the jewelry; the upscale proprietress was unfazed by her shoelessness or rustic appearance. After buying nothing, we walked back and I became aware of an oblong black box, that seemed fully of fancy billed caps once when I looked, and that I had had it the whole time.
Upon return, a large ritual had just begun. The head facilitator/priestess cried out "Let us make him welcome!" and the him in question had a definite Satan vibe. Many of the women and some of the visitors began taking up positions representing/embodying beings like Saturn, Jupiter and Io. My ex-stepfather was hanging back, and confessed to being uncomfortable with the generally Satanic vibe. I remember he was standing near a stone wall that marked a boundary, and he was inside. I began explaining that many of the rites the Catholic church performed were equally as Satanic, and that neither were necessarily bad or evil. As I was speaking, I could see his physical kinesthetics shift, and his usually gruff voice became higher and clearer. As he started to walk toward the ritual site, saying things like "Let us see how they did it this time", I ended my explanation to him with "...but I believe, sir, you know all of that".
