Borderland Dream - Reeve of Death
Apr. 9th, 2022 07:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kimurhoI was a woman and a mother - not sure how old my kids, young but not too young ... independent but not teenagers. A woman asked me to watch over her three boys - Tyler, Ben and ... I can't remember the name of the youngest; he was terrified of me and was mostly hiding. Tyler was the eldest - about 5 or 6, also the most active and actively naughty - always getting into what he shouldn't. Ben was a middle-child, quiet, thoughtful, caring... obviously wondering why his mother left them with me. He was the one distracting and watching out for the youngest.
The youngest was terrified of me because I had threatened Tyler extravagantly in an attempt to get him to behave.
I tried to put them into a wrought-iron pram (one big enough for all three to fit in easily) but Tyler worked out how to collapse the thing so they could get out. So I invited a lot of neighbours with children to join us for a party in a garden-house - typical dream/Faerie construction combining indoor and outdoor features. Grassy floors, trees, open roof but also rooms with doors and furniture. Tyler was running around, leading a pack of age-mates; Ben was in the middle of the younger children with his youngest brother - mostly.
During the party, I took my mother - a blacksmith - to look at the collapsed wrought-iron stroller, which was in one of the inside rooms of the garden-house. She said that she knew I was strong as a swordswoman but solid iron prams were not at all practical and no one was strong enough for one. She said I should use it as a decorative planter. When I persisted, she said she'd do what she could to fix it. At that point, someone came running to tell me that there was a storm blowing in.
It was not a natural storm. I bundled the party up - taking care to collect the three boys with me - and took them across the street to my more normal house. Some of the neighbours went home. Once I got them settled, I went down into the kitchen and found a Death Spectre in one corner. I banished it, then went around to all the corners and walls of the house, bottom to top, renewing the seals and wards. When I got to the front foyer, I found that my younger sister had the front door wide open, looking to buy prisms for a street saleswoman. I ran the saleswoman out - she claimed she had the perfect one for me but when she showed it to me, I saw that the centre had been hollowed out and something added ... making it useless as a prism and somehow dangerous. I refused.
At that point, the front doors of the garden-house across the street blew open. I glared at them, raised my voice and loudly proclaimed "You'll shut those doors and lock them if you know what's good for you." The doors slammed shut again; the saleswoman stared at me with open-mouth shock. I raised my voice again. "And lock them!" I emphasized. There was a loud click and the saleswoman scuttled away to her van and gunned it.
Then I woke up.
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Analysis
Thinking about this dream without the matter-of-fact acceptance of dream-logic and the "everyone knows" knowledge of dream characters.
Iron is protection from fae. The fact that I tried to put the three boys into an open iron-work wheeled conveyance implies that I was protecting them from some Otherworldly threat - especially since I was apparently a swordswoman of some repute.
The pram in question was based on the memory of a wicker-work pram that my mother got from her oldest sister when I was ten or so. It was large enough for three of us to sit in. We would decorate it as a parade float and the older kids would push it around ... until it fell apart.
When I banished the death-spectre from the house, I understood that I had some power over spirits of that kind, that Death had touched me to guard the interface between Death and Life. Those were the seals and wards that I was checking on and renewing. The flawed prism the saleswoman tried to charm me into buying would have weakened the protections on the house.
I suspect that the youngest was terrified of me because he could clearly see the spirits and spectres that existed in the Borderland of the dream - but I don't think he was the specific target of the threat. I think that the spectres were after Ben. Ben remained in the middle of crowds throughout the dream - Tyler was running about getting into trouble and the youngest kept hiding in out of way places when he wasn't with Ben. Both of them would have been easily taken at any point.
My dream mother was a cross between Meg Langslow (a blacksmith) and her mother (a society hostess).
The youngest was terrified of me because I had threatened Tyler extravagantly in an attempt to get him to behave.
I tried to put them into a wrought-iron pram (one big enough for all three to fit in easily) but Tyler worked out how to collapse the thing so they could get out. So I invited a lot of neighbours with children to join us for a party in a garden-house - typical dream/Faerie construction combining indoor and outdoor features. Grassy floors, trees, open roof but also rooms with doors and furniture. Tyler was running around, leading a pack of age-mates; Ben was in the middle of the younger children with his youngest brother - mostly.
During the party, I took my mother - a blacksmith - to look at the collapsed wrought-iron stroller, which was in one of the inside rooms of the garden-house. She said that she knew I was strong as a swordswoman but solid iron prams were not at all practical and no one was strong enough for one. She said I should use it as a decorative planter. When I persisted, she said she'd do what she could to fix it. At that point, someone came running to tell me that there was a storm blowing in.
It was not a natural storm. I bundled the party up - taking care to collect the three boys with me - and took them across the street to my more normal house. Some of the neighbours went home. Once I got them settled, I went down into the kitchen and found a Death Spectre in one corner. I banished it, then went around to all the corners and walls of the house, bottom to top, renewing the seals and wards. When I got to the front foyer, I found that my younger sister had the front door wide open, looking to buy prisms for a street saleswoman. I ran the saleswoman out - she claimed she had the perfect one for me but when she showed it to me, I saw that the centre had been hollowed out and something added ... making it useless as a prism and somehow dangerous. I refused.
At that point, the front doors of the garden-house across the street blew open. I glared at them, raised my voice and loudly proclaimed "You'll shut those doors and lock them if you know what's good for you." The doors slammed shut again; the saleswoman stared at me with open-mouth shock. I raised my voice again. "And lock them!" I emphasized. There was a loud click and the saleswoman scuttled away to her van and gunned it.
Then I woke up.
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Analysis
Thinking about this dream without the matter-of-fact acceptance of dream-logic and the "everyone knows" knowledge of dream characters.
Iron is protection from fae. The fact that I tried to put the three boys into an open iron-work wheeled conveyance implies that I was protecting them from some Otherworldly threat - especially since I was apparently a swordswoman of some repute.
The pram in question was based on the memory of a wicker-work pram that my mother got from her oldest sister when I was ten or so. It was large enough for three of us to sit in. We would decorate it as a parade float and the older kids would push it around ... until it fell apart.
When I banished the death-spectre from the house, I understood that I had some power over spirits of that kind, that Death had touched me to guard the interface between Death and Life. Those were the seals and wards that I was checking on and renewing. The flawed prism the saleswoman tried to charm me into buying would have weakened the protections on the house.
I suspect that the youngest was terrified of me because he could clearly see the spirits and spectres that existed in the Borderland of the dream - but I don't think he was the specific target of the threat. I think that the spectres were after Ben. Ben remained in the middle of crowds throughout the dream - Tyler was running about getting into trouble and the youngest kept hiding in out of way places when he wasn't with Ben. Both of them would have been easily taken at any point.
My dream mother was a cross between Meg Langslow (a blacksmith) and her mother (a society hostess).
