I often wake more than once in a night. Sometime I wake, like last night, having had an unusual dream. Last night’s dream was vivid in imagery but not in colour. In terms of colours the whole thing was in different shades of grey.
I was led or brought to what seemed to be a life sized relief carving of a water fall with a cave. The one who led me there seemed male but it wasn’t clear if they were or not. Once we were at the place they seemed to step or fade back from view, still there but in the background.
A sound started. Drumming, deep and from a single drum then voices wordlessly chanting, female voices, a kind of otherworldly choir.
A single louder voice spoke out:
“Without air we cannot breathe.”
The drumming and chanting sounds continued. The relief of the waterfall began to slowly change as I watched. The cave deepened. The water began to very slowly flow into the cave, across the roof of the cave and down the back of it into the darkness. A pale drinking horn, a fairly small one, faded into view floating in the air just inside the mouth of the cave. Drops of water slowly fell into it.
I reached in and took the horn, it was full although I’d only seen a couple of drops of water fall into it. I drank. The water was cold and incredibly refreshing. I put the horn back to float in the air.
The same single voice as before spoke again:
“Without water there is no life.”
As I continued to watch roots began to grow on the floor of the cave, pale white threads weaving into a loose mat like mycelium.
Again the voice spoke out:
“Without roots we cannot grow”.
Then I woke up. The background drumming and chanting had continued throughout the dream.
Sometimes dreams are meant only for the one dreaming, this one I felt was to be shared. For me it feels like a healing dream.