Dreams of the Lost and Restored Masculine
Jul. 10th, 2008 07:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
qosI almost never have multiple dreams on a single theme, but last night my psyche was full of images of lost and restored brothers and the sacred masculine.
First, I dreamed of an uncle (by marriage) who died two years ago (but had not died in the dream) who gave me two large boxes of relics from my past, including a large porcelain statue of a castle that I might have missed if I hadn't dug through a bunch of barrettes and combs.
I dreamed several times of being reminded that I had a little brother who had been given to others in the family to raise because my parents had been too old to raise him themselves when he was born. There was also a forgotten set of twins (girls?), but they were less important in the overall progress of the night.
I dreamed of my first daimonic fantasy lover. I was a rich young woman who was the lady of a marble mansion on a hill, and he was my acknowledged lover, who willingly took a subordinate position in deference to my hereditary status and authority. When fire threatened the property, he did my bidding to lead the efforts to protect my family's home.
And I dreamed of being with my family in a van (which has archetypal significance for me) with another suddenly remembered younger brother. We were being driven to a special, perhaps dangerous, event (more fires?) -- and on either side of the road I saw celebrations of Easter and Passover (both about sons being saved and/or restored) being held by groups of distinctly different ethnicities, religious traditions, and economic class.
Perhaps I should add that I was looking again at this image from Alan Moore's Promethea yesterday:
I should add that I don't have a brother, only a younger sister. My mother had a miscarriage before I was born, but that event has never been treated as a big part of the family history. Whatever mourning my parents did was not carried with them, nor was a sense of loss passed on to my sister and me.
The most I can get from the dream is to be prepared for a significant masculine energy to come into my life -- or be restored to it -- but I don't know what form it will take.
First, I dreamed of an uncle (by marriage) who died two years ago (but had not died in the dream) who gave me two large boxes of relics from my past, including a large porcelain statue of a castle that I might have missed if I hadn't dug through a bunch of barrettes and combs.
I dreamed several times of being reminded that I had a little brother who had been given to others in the family to raise because my parents had been too old to raise him themselves when he was born. There was also a forgotten set of twins (girls?), but they were less important in the overall progress of the night.
I dreamed of my first daimonic fantasy lover. I was a rich young woman who was the lady of a marble mansion on a hill, and he was my acknowledged lover, who willingly took a subordinate position in deference to my hereditary status and authority. When fire threatened the property, he did my bidding to lead the efforts to protect my family's home.
And I dreamed of being with my family in a van (which has archetypal significance for me) with another suddenly remembered younger brother. We were being driven to a special, perhaps dangerous, event (more fires?) -- and on either side of the road I saw celebrations of Easter and Passover (both about sons being saved and/or restored) being held by groups of distinctly different ethnicities, religious traditions, and economic class.
Perhaps I should add that I was looking again at this image from Alan Moore's Promethea yesterday:
I should add that I don't have a brother, only a younger sister. My mother had a miscarriage before I was born, but that event has never been treated as a big part of the family history. Whatever mourning my parents did was not carried with them, nor was a sense of loss passed on to my sister and me.
The most I can get from the dream is to be prepared for a significant masculine energy to come into my life -- or be restored to it -- but I don't know what form it will take.
