What Dreams May Come......

A couple of years ago,  I remember waking from a dream that was so real and so impressionable I never forgot it.  I recall standing in a baron field with a two story farmhouse off in the distance. Everything was dead , the trees had no leaves and all the grass was gold and brown.  I didn't move like we do here in the waking world, it was as if I was floating and teleporting.  I entered the house and the first thing I saw was a set of stairs. Then I was in the attic. 

In the attic it was as if I was opening my eyes from a dream,  I was standing, without shoes  looking down, I saw a man wearing white. Almost like a yoga outfit, loose fitting, light weight. He was speaking in a language I could not understand. There were symbols on the floor and yellow powder. I remember he looked up at me and when his eyes met mine I felt as if he could stare directly into my soul. 

The man only looked at me for a moment, then went on doing whatever it was he was doing. I felt dismissed almost as if I had happened upon this moment, this place, on accident. I moved away from him and looked around the room. It was empty, the  floor boards were cracked, the paint chipped off the walls and there was a window. The window was akin to those you see in the old western movies, where it has the wood around it and the cross of wood in the middle, creating 4 sections. Only this window, had no glass. 

I was drawn to it, I walked over forgetting all about the man and the symbols. I looked out and took in everything that I could. I felt it was important, I needed to try and understand more of where I was. Again, a sea of golden brown dead grass, a broken down rusty car. It felt as if I was in the mid west but in another world altogether. 

Then that was it. The next day I remember seeing faces, come out of the darkness when I closed my eyes, it was only for a brief second like a flash. They were male faces, painted with white markings. 

I recount this dream to you tonight because two nights ago I had another dream. This other dream was so vastly different but for some reason something is almost wanting me to join the two together. The dream the other night, I remember being inside my house, a man appeared with blond hair and blue eyes. He was tall and his hair curly, we spoke but I do not recall the conversation, he brought me a green powder I was suppose to use. I do not know for what however, yet it almost seems like it was for protection. Than I woke up. 

Maybe these dreams mean nothing, maybe they are fragments of all my research and tv shows that I have watched during the day or even that week, coming together in my own little movie. Or perhaps maybe, they  are signs. 

You know where to find me if you shall need,
two dirt roads  near the reeds. 
A handful of dead mans dirt
a drop of blood,
don't worry it wont hurt. 
Black cat bones and two small stones.
Proceed with caution
proceed with care
The Crossroads
you can find me there. 


​Lady Ann