Hidden Room
Last night was the best proof yet that what we’re doing is working. I dreamed I went through an emotional event, with someone I loved leaving and things generally in disarray. It all took place in the flooded basement of a house. After things settled and I began to try to fix the mess, I noticed a small door in a back corner. Hmm. I moved a facade and went through the door and found a little room, a hidden stairwell. I called to J, but he wouldn’t come to see. I said I needed help, still he wouldn’t stop and come over.
I thought about climbing the stairs to see where they led, but instead went through a second small door on my right. It opened into the first floor of the house, yet not the house–the space, all of the rooms, filled with furniture and interesting magical items. I walked through and looked around for a long time in disbelief.
I did something very important here and I cannot pull up the memory of what that was. It had to do with using the magic, though. I went through several portals, that I do remember. There were trap doors in the floor and I fell into the mirror at one point. The rest seems blocked somehow. I recall that at one point, I was supposed to go back and I didn’t. I think then my memory either was blocked or my head got filled with other details.
Instead of going back, I kept returning, first to the first floor, then to the second, where an older woman lived. Same exact floor plan, but her rooms were filled with cabinets and armoires filled with books and more magical items. Only her items were in pinks and rows and rows of books supposedly about cooking. I wasn’t as interested in her space.
I was getting hungry, very hungry and thinking about going back. Instead, she offered me a piece of candy. She told me it could be whatever I wanted. I put it in my mouth and at first it was like thick caramel. I chewed it and slowly felt it change. As other flavors came into my mind, the item in my mouth began to take on their characteristics, textures and taste. It was neat.
At one point I became aware of my sleeping body outside of the dream, that I was actually chewing out there. I have to sleep with a retainer and I was worried I was damaging my teeth, so I tried to chew carefully and went back deeper into the dream.
I moved to the third floor, where I encountered a minor minion of some kind. His space I loved. It was filled with objects that looked almost like everyday items with special magical objects hidden in between (every item was magical in some way, but some more than others). His belongings were also dark objects, things “normal” people would call satanic, but they were not satanic. As I browsed, I could feel the last lingering bits of the magical candy caught in my teeth and I pushed them out with my tongue to swallow them.
On one wall, I found a small knife, the kind that tucks into the scabbard of a samurai style sword. It was made of black material and wrappings with intricate woven gold for a blade and the knife had a blunted tip. Written in gold on the handle was the name of the god he worshipped, which I’m fairly sure was Etoh. Below that name was a second, an associated demi-god whose name began with an A, like Artemis or similar, but not Artemis.
The older woman had hung back, almost like a ghost, and didn’t interfere with me. The little demonic sort of fellow, he talked to me. He was short and had a rounded belly. I don’t remember what he said, but I ended up pouncing on him, sitting over him and pinning his arms to his bed. I swiveled my hips against him and he began to scream, demanding I stop. I did, but I laughed. I think he knew I’d steal his power.
In another room, one I remember as being right off his bedroom, I encountered a lady with lovely alabaster skin. She wore thin, gauzy material, sort of Grecian. I went to her and put my hands on her waist and she began to dance. I lifted her. She was light, nearly weightless and she moved like a ballerina–not with ballet steps, but in similar graceful, arcing motions. We ended up in a sexual embrace afterward.
Then I was flying through rooms, being pulled or pushed by something invisible. I tried to look around as I went and I spotted a book with a lovely braided silver cover. It was on princes and I grabbed for it as I passed and caught it. Then I stopped moving. I opened the book and found it filled with pages on royalty throughout the centuries. The book was like a primer for being a prince, clothing and special adornments which are appropriate, colors and symbols associated. There were pictures of old royal families. And then I came home.