Dream interpretation about Tornado, Ghost, Black man, Red hair, Birds, House, Neighborhood
I was…in a clearing…a neighborhood clearing for picnics I think…it kind of reminded me of the scenery Dorothy gets sent to the the Land of Oz. I was with…a beautiful Black man with a disembodied head, and brightly colored red hair. Like he was a ghostly wraith of a friend who isn’t violent or angry towards me. We were…looking at different houses of my liking, before stopping in front of a house in a rather remote part of the neighborhood. It resembled a treehouse…like the aesthetic was giving “a evil fairy in the woods trying to live their life in peace with not a bother in the world.” Like it was a mysteriarch kind of look. A house of dark and brooding but beautiful hues of light like stars, wisps, and decadently old brick with dark wood floors. The Black man suggested this would be for me. I wholeheartedly agreed. He took me towards the back in search of the shed that’s in construction. There were white and blue birds taking off in a flurry, breezily moving past me with laughter in the air. Then there was muffled screaming and a dust cloud of air heading toward us. The older Black man (the same beautiful disembodied Black man taking me on the tour, who now seemed to be much older in Sage years…like if his younger appearance was a front.) shoved me into the safety of the house, as I landed, the twister hit the wall breaking the window. Despite how dangerously close I was to being torn to shreds by the debris in the twister and suffocated by the dust and winds of the twister. It never reached past the broken window and wall. As if the outside of the house had a ward or barrier around it. Sigils appeared as I took that time to explore the humble abode. It was beautiful, night shade in full blood, an apothecary, a desk of potion bottles, fairies running and playing tag with pixies, who are known to be enemies. I found the Black man in a split mix of old disembodied and younger whole. He was working on a broken shed, with a hammer and a ghostly semi-tangible hand in sleeve. He asked if I was alright, and apologized for the scuffle onto my ass. He was simply trying to ensure I was safe. There was suddenly children playing with animals as the twister ravaged everything outside the barrier. We were safe and warm. Food galore. Late into the night if love and fun. I woke a couple times seeing Tigger and a fluffy small-medium dog that resembled my deceased first puppy almost. But was too brightly orange to be her. I woke up cold in wet air, storming outside, and a sore throat with a stuffy nose. It seems I moved a lot in my slumber.
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9 Aug 2024
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