vivid crazy wow goddess dream

Dream last night, and I’ll warn you, it gets kinda sexy. And scary. Somewhat weird. *g*

Starts in a cool house, totally a house-lust dream. Huge kitchen. Two refrigerators, and somehow it’s in the moment of looking through the kitchen for food, and finding some oatmeal with nuts and honey stuff that the dream switches gears. Bu and his brother are there in that kitchen, and they’re really hyped up to have this ritual that’s crazy powerful and exciting and just A Huge Fucking Deal. They want me to aspect the Goddess- see aside below- and I’m scared of the power of the ritual and some general performance anxiety. It’s kind of like I used to do that stuff all the time but hadn’t since the baby or before. EmsyHippo was nowhere near, but definitely had been born, was about her real age somewhere, and I wasn’t concerned. This is so hysterical if you knew Bu and his brother. They are not into religion at all, and really, really not into paganism & mysticism.

Aspecting, as I know it from the Pagan Universalist tradition I studied with for a bit, is like the way Voodou priestesses are “possessed” in ritual by the um, oshuns? Is that what they’re called? No! Orishas:) I saw it done and it was incredible. Mind-blowing scary awe-inspiring. Then afterwards, I felt a little looney, like I had entered true weirdness in my spiritual practices and felt uncomfortable about it. In the moment though, when the priest was aspecting Inanna, I felt like The Goddess Herself touched me. I cried. That feels strange, like saying I was at a holy roller snake handling speaking in tongues thing… and it’s very comparable. Ecstatic stuff. Teresa of Avila stuff. Wild.

So at any rate, the guys talk me into doing it. Apparently the honey nut oatmeal stuff is what the Goddess likes to eat:) (Yum. Goddess has good taste.) So I can’t remember any real details, but I become Ariadne, only she’s not like the Ariadne I’ve studied in mythology. She has something to do with a thread vaguely (like in the real stories) in my head, but there’s no thread in the dream. Anyway, she’s like way Bigger. She’s/I’m like the Hugest Rage-filled but Radiant Mother Goddess and She/I am just glorious and filled with power. Willow-Sixth-Season-end-the-world-if-I-wanna power *wink* only not quite as dark. Certainly enraged. The Goddess is pissed at the men, and me a little maybe. The setting is a dark ivy covered stone estate. I’m flying all over and my physical sense is of being very round and looking down on stuff.

Then some dude, a business-y geeky dude- sorta like PC guy on the commercials that make me want a Mac so bad so I can be cool- thrusts a huuuge knife into my head, right in the middle. I realize he is Leonard Shlain, who wrote the amazing book The Alphabet Vs. The Goddess (deals with language’s ties to linear thought and relates this all to patriarchal ideology and it’s fucking brilliant.) He shows me a diagram of the two brain hemispheres and explains that he needs to  divide them. He clearly fears the Goddess and wants to tame her. I realize I Cannot. Let. This. Happen. I utterly kick his ass somehow, seems to have been violent but I don’t remember. (Poor guy. Schlain’s book was really very feminist.) The whole rest of the dream is vague. At some point I/Ariadne/Scary Awesome Mama Goddess eat the oatmeal stuff and it’s an animal sexual wild orgy of sensation. Bu is involved and I think I fuck his brains out and leave him dazed but happy in a just-had-crazed-rough-sex-with-The-Actual-Goddess way.

And I don’t really remember anything else, but whew! It was a wild night, dudes. Poor Bu shoulda really been there. It was better than my famous showerhead, only with deep thealogical ramifications…lol.

I looked up Ariadne and I’d forgotten she was associated with Dionysos. That explains the yummy food and hot hot sex:)