Any dream readers here? It's on the deathy-dark side. All of this had middle-world lighting, cadence, and physical reality (even the non-physically realistic feats).

I needed to prevent something from happening - there was a dead woman entering a home, and she appeared normal. Then not normal - her rotted dead self, then normal again, like a flickering bulb. She was walking as if zombified, purposeful, and calm. I had a feeling like she had always been there, and that it was only now I have come to see her - and that it was now that it was important I deal with her. So I ran into the house. It was like she was this ancient entity of its own volition, rummaging about, calmly walking here and there, feeding itself when it thought I wasn't looking.

I felt inspired to see more of her, so I followed her. When I discovered her sole purpose was to eat the inhabitants of the houses she entered, I killed her in some blur of what felt like four separate occasions. I felt done.

I stood in the house feeling like even though I hadn't saved the man in the next room, that he had been innocently shredded, that I had this time stopped this entity force. And then, just like the times before, the woman comes slowly walking up the stairs in front of me and goes to enter the room. This time I talk to her, and I say "the man is dead, and so are you - I have killed you in a way that really kills you."

She replies that there are 3 more killings to perform. As she walks into the room, I kill her at her throat. She reappears. I kill her at her head. She reappears. I give a final slice to just above her head, and she is dead. I light parts of the house on fire in fits and I find myself on the 1st floor, with the fire having caught hold in many places. I leap out onto the porch and run down the hill, carrying a rug which, while it stays a rug - it becomes to me a rolled-up type of 'holding' map of the experiences of my life.

I throw the rolled rug on a dumpster, and through it's long cylinder I can see the house fully burning. Again with joy, realizing here's "me" stuff that no longer serves me for my releasing, I light the roll while cavorting about. And then I come to a quick stop. There, walking down the hill is the woman, in her dead form. She steps to me, too close in my space, and I light matches and attempt to ignite her. Each match fizzles out as I press it to her. Meanwhile the entire hill is alight, all the houses there ever were are burning - all the villages, assemblages, collections of all are becoming ash and embers

I see that this woman is the same form as before, only another material. This one is entirely made of wax, looking dead, gray, pocketed, dripped, and old. A part of me has split and is tending the rug fire - and I call out urgently to me, saying "How do you destroy wax? What can be done with wax?" Meanwhile she's talking to me, saying "I'm in your life" in a way that's like 'here-to-stay' and I feel torn between following the thread of all the ways to destroy wax, vs. letting her be and going back to my fire.

Letting her be felt like I'd be accepting an independent force in my psychic life. Returning to the fire felt like she would just find more houses, and more innocent people in their sleep to slaughter. She was a master of disguises, she was surprised I had seen so much of her dead form. However this wax form was so less substantial than the one before. I suddenly had an image superimposed on her of all the times and ways I had killed her before, and this image exactly corresponded to the chakral system - 7 times I'd killed her, each one time I had made the slice at a chakra.

So I decided to develop a torrent of driving wind and rain. In the blasting wind and hard rain, as she struggled to maintain her form, I declared that her wax was to melt and dissolve itself into the earth, and to cause trouble like this no more. And with that I woke up. I have felt extremely clear headed all day. I feel free of fixations.

Impressions, comments, curiousities? Sandra

: Any dream readers here? It's on the deathy-dark side. All of this had middle-world lighting, cadence, and physical reality (even the non-physically realistic feats).

I don't think you need an interpreter, you seem to understand it fully. You had an interpreter, right in the dream, to tell you what it was about... great lucidity!
 The woman is you, your shadow side. The "Eating people" is the vampiric attention/approval thing we talked about, the tin cup. House is a metaphor for the body, fire is Kundalini.
 Very cool. Excellent active surrender.
Glad you shared. Blessings!

: I needed to prevent something from happening - there was a dead woman entering a home, and she appeared normal. Then not normal - her rotted dead self, then normal again, like a flickering bulb. She was walking as if zombified, purposeful, and calm. I had a feeling like she had always been there, and that it was only now I have come to see her - and that it was now that it was important I deal with her. So I ran into the house. It was like she was this ancient entity of its own volition, rummaging about, calmly walking here and there, feeding itself when it thought I wasn't looking.

: I felt inspired to see more of her, so I followed her. When I discovered her sole purpose was to eat the inhabitants of the houses she entered, I killed her in some blur of what felt like four separate occasions. I felt done.

: I stood in the house feeling like even though I hadn't saved the man in the next room, that he had been innocently shredded, that I had this time stopped this entity force. And then, just like the times before, the woman comes slowly walking up the stairs in front of me and goes to enter the room. This time I talk to her, and I say "the man is dead, and so are you - I have killed you in a way that really kills you."

: She replies that there are 3 more killings to perform. As she walks into the room, I kill her at her throat. She reappears. I kill her at her head. She reappears. I give a final slice to just above her head, and she is dead. I light parts of the house on fire in fits and I find myself on the 1st floor, with the fire having caught hold in many places. I leap out onto the porch and run down the hill, carrying a rug which, while it stays a rug - it becomes to me a rolled-up type of 'holding' map of the experiences of my life.

: I throw the rolled rug on a dumpster, and through it's long cylinder I can see the house fully burning. Again with joy, realizing here's "me" stuff that no longer serves me for my releasing, I light the roll while cavorting about. And then I come to a quick stop. There, walking down the hill is the woman, in her dead form. She steps to me, too close in my space, and I light matches and attempt to ignite her. Each match fizzles out as I press it to her. Meanwhile the entire hill is alight, all the houses there ever were are burning - all the villages, assemblages, collections of all are becoming ash and embers

: I see that this woman is the same form as before, only another material. This one is entirely made of wax, looking dead, gray, pocketed, dripped, and old. A part of me has split and is tending the rug fire - and I call out urgently to me, saying "How do you destroy wax? What can be done with wax?" Meanwhile she's talking to me, saying "I'm in your life" in a way that's like 'here-to-stay' and I feel torn between following the thread of all the ways to destroy wax, vs. letting her be and going back to my fire.

: Letting her be felt like I'd be accepting an independent force in my psychic life. Returning to the fire felt like she would just find more houses, and more innocent people in their sleep to slaughter. She was a master of disguises, she was surprised I had seen so much of her dead form. However this wax form was so less substantial than the one before. I suddenly had an image superimposed on her of all the times and ways I had killed her before, and this image exactly corresponded to the chakral system - 7 times I'd killed her, each one time I had made the slice at a chakra.

: So I decided to develop a torrent of driving wind and rain. In the blasting wind and hard rain, as she struggled to maintain her form, I declared that her wax was to melt and dissolve itself into the earth, and to cause trouble like this no more. And with that I woke up. I have felt extremely clear headed all day. I feel free of fixations.

: Impressions, comments, curiousities? Sandra

: : Any dream readers here? It's on the deathy-dark side. All of this had middle-world lighting, cadence, and physical reality (even the non-physically realistic feats).

: I don't think you need an interpreter, you seem to understand it fully. You had an interpreter, right in the dream, to tell you what it was about... great lucidity!

Yeah, no problems. I've been fully lucid and dreaming active since I was a child. It's great being 'grown up' and sharing what I see with others. The dream was actually on behalf of a friend of mine - it's been intense seeing how the layers of 'her stuff' intertwined with my stuff and my symbology. I asked for a follow-up dream with just my stuff, and a few days later I got it. It's definitely karmic stuff unraveling.

:   The woman is you, your shadow side. The "Eating people" is the vampiric attention/approval thing we talked about, the tin cup. House is a metaphor for the body, fire is Kundalini.

As for the fire, I think so too. I definitely had the sensation of it being a welcome, asked-for, and elemental fire. Plus it was elemental in so many ways for me, with the fire, wind, rain, renewal and integration.

:   Very cool. Excellent active surrender.
: Glad you shared. Blessings!  

Thank you. I'm always glad to share these moments. They're easy for me. =) Sandra