I defiantly found another soul fragment though! The dream scape was odd, it was almost like a large viewing platform over a world. 'We' the dream characters seemed to be a mix of species, almost hybridised animal/human forms bird and mammal hybrids from what I can remember.
Species behaviour seemed to be determined by appetite and diet..... there was a wired tank there were we were growing types of edible moss in high humidity.
I went to go to a toilet - the bathroom in the dream was really out of place, it was 2 small bright blue rooms connected together no windows (I used to dream about bathrooms lots!)
Anyway as I walk into first room to go threw to were the toilet is something tugs my hair... loosens the thing fastening it. I realise it's a 'ghost' (This is often how some of the fragments first appear... as ghosts pestering other DC's or indivisible things that slam into me) I'm aware of the 'presents' of the other 'will' and I greet it. It's cautious, so I go to the loo :P lol me and the other 'will' regard each other, I think it tried to intimidate me but unsuccessfully it seems as I was happy to go to the loo whilst we contemplated each other.
I left the bathroom, with the 'will' still in it. Back in out on the world platform I was asking the others about the 'Ghost' in the bathroom, but no one seemed to know anything about it or had experienced it so I guessed it was there for me.
- On waking I can see a soul fragment... I'm not sure that's the right word! It's part of me that's fragmented for some reason, the fact it's shown up or I've found it means we are ready to come back together.... wonder how long it will take and what it is! :)
Next a black dragon, this time I seemed outside of it rather than being it. I have no body and am just an observer. This one had legs rather than a serpent type. It was an attractive looking creature in it's own way :) I think it was sleeping.
Then in contrast to the black dragon the next dream was rainbow ribbons, and Triad me :)
In the dream I'm standing at a bus stop with an elderly lady, I notice she has a ribbon in her pocket and I start to pull it out, then another pokes out from her shirt so I tug out that.... then i spot more and more of them!
We laugh as I pull all these colourful ribbons from places in her body and I realise she's an older me at that point not to be put out a younger male me appears (he's in the roll of 8 year old male school friend) He grins takes some ribbons of my and starts to poke them threw his stomach into his body!
Me and the older woman laugh and conclude that the male mind is wired :)
I pulled another card this morning too. 5 of crystals this time... SO I've had same card 2 times which was a Four, then Fives in 2 different Suits. So seems the Elements are still playing too :)
---- Musings! Just after I finished this the phrase 'Fools rush in where angels fear to tread' popped into my head.The fool! The seeker! Angles/Angles... One int he same? Angels/Dragons? The Yin-Yang perhaps.
I was wondering if anyone else considered it that way round and then found the lyrics for
Jokerman by Bob Dylan! :D
Standing on the waters casting your bread
While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing
Distant ships sailing into the mist,
You were born with a snake in both of your fists while a hurricane was blowing
Freedom just around the corner for you
But with the truth so far off, what good will it do?
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman
So swiftly the sun sets in the sky,
You rise up and say goodbye to no one
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread,
Both of their futures, so full of dread, you don't show why
Shedding off one more layer of skin,
Keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman
You're a man of the mountains, you can walk on the clouds,
Manipulator of crowds, you're a dream twister
You're going to Sodom and Gomorrah
But what do you care? Ain't nobody there would want to marry your sister
Friend to the martyr, a friend to the woman of shame,
You look into the fiery furnace, see the rich man without any name
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman
Well, the Book of Leviticus and Deuteronomy,
The law of the jungle and the sea are your only teachers
In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed,
Michelangelo indeed could've carved out your features
Resting in the fields, far from the turbulent space,
Half asleep near the stars with a small dog licking your face
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman
Well, the rifleman's stalking the sick and the lame,
Preacherman seeks the same, who'll get there first is uncertain
Nightsticks and water cannons, tear gas, padlocks,
Molotov cocktails and rocks behind every curtain,
False-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin,
Only a matter of time 'til night comes steppin' in
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman
It's a shadowy world, skies are slippery gray,
A woman just gave birth to a prince today and dressed him in scarlet
He'll put the priest in his pocket, put the blade to the heat,
Take the motherless children off the street
And place them at the feet of a harlot
Oh, Jokerman, you know what he wants,
Oh, Jokerman, you don't show any response
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman
Songwriters: Bob Dylan
Jokerman lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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