Greek Nightmares

Okay, since I'm on about my dreams . . . . I'm having some really freaky ones. Too many to write out in full. Plus, if I told you them all you would know how truly demented I am. The fat lady from the Poltergeist movies featured in one the other night - - - you know, the 'go into the liiiiight' woman. . . . oh my.

But this one takes the cake...

The world has ended and only a few people have survived. I'm holed up in this old, old house with a few other people. The house is falling down, the roof has holes in it, we are all cold and miserable. And there is this monster out to get us...

Turns out it's one of those creatures from Greek mythology (yeah, I told you this is normal content) that is half bull, half man. When we see him, he's HUGE and he is trailed by this black cloud (kinda like the monsters in Lost - the TV show).

Anyway, it's terribly evil and so scary. He's out to get all of us and kill us. All of my friends there are trying to figure out how we can dodge this monster and get away.

We all decide there are these few other people who are sitting around reading books and watching TV. We are going to leave them in the house to be sacrificed to the half bull/half man monster. We figure when he comes back he'll think al the people are in the house - - cause that's where 'people' live. So, me and my few friends decide to put on all the clothes we can and run for the barn, cause we won't be found in there.

We open the door to the room where all the loafers are sitting around unawares. We give them one last look and make off for the barn and safety.

That's it....

I was so disturbed by this dream. As I told Rod about it in the morning, I'm like, "What are those things. . . . half bull, half man . . . isn't that a Greek thing?" Somehow we dredged up those high school Greek Mythology notes from the back files in our brains.... we came up with Minotaur! Yeah, Minotaur.....

All day I could not get this scary dream out of my head, so I Googled 'Minotaur' to see what it was. Definition:

Minotaur - Classical Mythology. a monster, the offspring of Pasiphaë and the Cretan bull, that had the head of a bull on the body of a man: housed in the Cretan Labyrinth, it was fed on human flesh until Theseus, helped by Ariadne, killed it.

AHHHHHHHHHH!!!! As soon as the definition popped up, I was totally freaked out! I couldn't have told you what a Minotaur was 30 seconds before I saw this definition. I had no clue. I have not seen anything on TV, I haven't read anything about them lately, I haven't Googled the word on the Internet until now.......

The brain is a weird and freaky thing, my friends. That's all I have to say....

Sweet dreams, people.

Heather

Comments

Blommie said…
Yip this a WOW spiritual dream. You should buy these 3 books and start interpreting them. No use asking others they will tell u their version and that can be dangerous! Get the books of Ira Milligan: Understanding the dreams you dream vol 1&2 and Dream Language by James and Michal ann Goll. You'll find them at Christian bookshops. Well my friend keep dreaming it is actually very exiting when you start to understand what you dream. Sometimes our heads are to busy to work life out and that is when God start speaking in our dreams. My whole journey towards the Throne room started from dreams.....your female housesitter!
July 9, 2007 at 9:47 PM
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