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Dreaming Life and Waking Sleep

So, yesterday was pretty wierd, this leg is causing me to sleep about twelve hours instead of my usual 6-8 though part of this is probably because I've been keeping up until 3 or 4 am regularly as well. Yesterday just felt like a dream all the way through it, and then once I actually got to sleep I had a VERY strange dream...

I dreamt I was the archangel Gabriel fighting two fallen (dark-winged, I remember using that as a derogatory term) angels with the archangel Michael at my side. I remember not having my trumpet (Gabriel the herald ya know) and knowing that it was a great loss and would've made the battle easier but was even more important to get it back from wherever it was. I remember we were fighting on a short grassy field with strange dips and swells in the landmass, there was some smaller bodies of really clear water (ponds, not quite lakes yet) and that the silver clouds were rolling through the pale blue sky fairly quickly, but everything had a very vauge (dare I say, unfinished?) quality to it. I remember we were fighting in the pretty standard roman-like gear; boiled leather armor, short swords, and Michael had a sheild. I remember stabbing my opponent a good inch into his forehead and he not more than flinching. I remember getting stabbed in the gut from behind and watching the reddened blade protrude from my stomach but as well as not really hurting (something I know is a dream quality) I remember thinking that it wasn't all that bad though ~I~ know as a mortal man a gut wound is not only lethal but a REALLY nasty way to die. I remember Michael did in a vauge way resemble the stereotypical figure of himself, long wavy black hair very boisterous in motion as well as voice (Even reminded me of Travolta's version slightly) and I remember catching a glimpse somehow of what Gabriel ("myself") looked like which was I think just what I would imagine him as, blondish long haired in a tail, scruffy beard, very bright eyes, VERY clear voice. All in all I'm pretty certain that the good angels prevailed but in all honesty don't remember enough now to say for certain. So, anyone can interpret THAT in a way that makes sense to me, and I'll give you a cookie.

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Um, that's pretty cool. Sounds like something to be incorporated into your art. I mean, all the angels were practically posing for you. You remember seeing your blade sink into the forehead of another and then seeing a blade coming through your gut....I'd say it's time for some small statues depicting a battle scene. But if you want it interpreted, well that's mostly up to you and what you're feeling now. You should try the technique called free association. Focus on the most vivid part of your dream and think of what that means to you. Like if the pale blue sky was really vivid, what does blue make you think of? Do that with all the really vivid parts until you have an answer. It works for me.
I had a weird and disturbing dream the other night in which you brought me Khisanth, who had diesd and been buried and you had dug her up and found that she was in a sort of docile undead state. You handed her over to me and she was thin and din't try to bite me. I took her outside to this beat up seda where there were four men standing by the trunk. One was your father, two were hunters in hunting gear and one was a priest. They'd come to consecrate the burial of the cat. So they opened the trunk and there was a silver bowl of holy water inside, which I set the cat into, and her fur began tu torn white, and then she turned into a large human baby, still undead. The priest put a silver lid on the bowl and began speaking in a mix of French and Latin. He said that the cat would go to the devil bcause animals cannot go to heaven and that he hoped none of us would ever see her again because it was not fitting that we should. This upset me, and I was sure that she should be able to go to heaven, so I ripped the lid off the bowl and grabbed the baby inside, which was shinking and decaying and dead now, and as I ran away the flesh started to fall off the bone, and I woke up very uneasy.

just... wanted to share?
If I am reading this dream correctly you were the Angel Gabriel. You were injured in a battle agains demons but felt no pain and in fact you were thinking "it wasn't all that bad" I think it is significant that you did not have your trumpet and that it would have made the battle easier. What I want to ask you is, who is the trumpet? It could be a what, but it feels like a who. The trumpet could be an aspect of you that you feel has been lost or taken away from you recently. You said that having it with you would have helped with the battle but that it was more important to get the trumpet back than to win the battle. Interesting. Meditating on that message could prove helpful.