The Dragon dream
In my late thirties I began to have some amazing dreams. Some of them were messages and some were more than dreams, they were visions. I kept diaries because I felt one day they might tell me more about myself and help me understand why I am the way I am…the way I was.
The most powerful dreams or visions stayed with me for a long time, but even they slowly fade with the introduction of more dreams and more situations that led me away from the past. This is the way life is. Thus the invaluable gift of having a dream journal to review.
On this night I had a vision-like dream that was most amazing, one of the special ones that have stayed with me all these years. It was like a fairy tale which inspired me and gave me great hope. Although it conveyed a message I felt was powerful at the time, I now see carried a much deeper meaning not clear to me back then. I imagine it is a story I would have enjoyed as a child with good triumphing over evil, and the beautiful fairy maiden rising up with love.
In the dream I was standing on a hill rolling into the forest below. There was a stream running through the trees. It was a beautiful quiet place. In this dream I was immensely confident in my person, not as I am in life, yet somehow I still understood it was me.
If this was a fairy tale, and it very well could be, than I was the one who possessed magical power, like a powerful Sorceress, almost angelic. My hair was long and blonde much like it was as a child. I was wearing a long white flowing dress that rippled in the gentle breeze. I stood there waiting, calm and centered, but there was also concern as I anticipated the return of my special ally.
The Dragon was my friend and as I saw him enter the clearing by the stream I remained perfectly still. I knew I must wait to see if anyone or anything followed. This was difficult because I could see he was injured and the wound could be fatal, but still I knew I must wait.
Only moments later the dark wizard arrived with his servant, moving directly towards the dragon. My presence was shielded from their gaze, allowing me to watch and prepare for the absolute moment to intervene. The wizard stood above the dragon, staff in hand, while his servant—a soldier—stood back observing the process about to unfold. Sword in hand he waited for his master to move.
The dark wizard leaned over the helpless dragon, pushing back the hood hiding his head. The face I saw was not human but more a bird or lizard. He had a mouth that seemed like a beak. This beak was sharp enough to pierce the skin of the dragon, which is what he did, absorbing the dragon’s magic power as he did so. I could see the rings of power flow up out of the dragon over the wizard. He then stood back and raised his staff, holding his left arm outstretched. Voicing an incantation he produced a small army as I silently watched. These men lined up on his side of the stream, facing the trees. Slowly they came into full power.
Now was the precise moment to act. I picked up a large boulder on the ground beside me and as if it were no more than a pebble, I hurled it towards the wizard intending to distract him. The rock became pure energy and when it struck the ground it threw both their beings backwards, bringing the army-building process to a halt.
When they looked up and saw who had thrown the energy ball, they cowered. At this moment I gave a signal and from the trees across the stream hundreds of men rose from hiding and began to move forward. The evil new soldiers were not yet fully conscious at this moment nor yet of real use to the wizard and his servant. Realizing they were outnumbered the servant turned and disappeared from where he came.
The dark wizard, realizing he had failed, understanding he could not fight and win, also fled. My men from the forest came across the stream and rather than killing the soldiers brought forth by the evil wizard, dropped their weapons and wrapped their arms around the dark soldiers, feeding them with love. I watched as the evil army slowly faded and then altogether disappeared.
At last we were free to help my dying dragon. Together we joined hands, forming a circle around the great beast and with the magical rings of power retrieved from the wizards men, sent all our love back into his being. As the magic seeped back into his body, his life force slowly returned. This is where the dream ended.
I am always moved by this story as it brings to mind love is the key and forgiveness the door to set us free. It feels entirely possible my father was represented by the dragon, giving his life for what he perceived to be a better world. Although the great magic he possessed was used by the wizard to create a new army with evil intent, I can bring back my father’s memory—with the help of many, sending the magic back into him where it belongs. I could do this only when I became strong enough to realize my power is my unrestrained love for him. We sustain each other that we may carry on this idea of a Camelot-like world. It is an idea I dearly cherish.
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