So, I'm chilling out at home listening to music and watching "Cannibal the Musical" to get myself out of my winter blues, when I end up falling asleep.  Again.  And I had a very strange dream which I believe may mean something significant as I work on getting myself employed...

I was in a summer wilderness, walking through a field.  There was a large group of hippies behind me, following me, draped in clothes of vibrant colors.  When I looked back at them, I saw the sleeves and hems of their clothing grow very long and, as they walked and sang, they dragged their clothes over the field.  At their touch the field blossomed into very large flowers.  It was then I noticed that it wasn't the flowers that towered over us, it was that we were actually very small, and that the hippies were not hippies at all, but fairies.  They were very thin and appeared human, but once I walked up close to one of them, I noticed that they had no hair on their bodies and that their long hair (both the males and females had long hair) was actually an extension of their bodies.  Their skin was like the skin of chameleons, constantly changing yet stayed the same; they blended in with the environment.  It was then that I also noticed that their clothes were actually alive, like very thin flower petals, and they smelled like musk and Ylang-Ylang.  One of the fairies, a tall dark female in white and red, led me out of the field into a garden.  Without speaking, her thoughts showed me a particular plant that she deemed dangerous.  This plant was in a bulb form but when it opened up to the moisture in the air, it appeared like a red cabbage rose (only way I can describe it) and it could move by extending its roots.  The dark fairy woman warned me that this plant didn't care about the roots of other plants, that all it cared about was establishing any place at all to root and that it was ignorant that its very existence depended upon choking out the roots of other plants.  I watched as this strange plant moved from one area to the next, choking out all the other flowers and growing larger all the while.

I walked away from the fairy woman to more closely examine this plant with the choking roots and attempted to save a tiny white Narcissus but I was too late.  The choking root plant noticed what I was trying to do and made itself as hard as tree bark so I couldn't save the flowers in time.  At this point, I gave up and felt terribly sad.  I walked back into the direction of the field and soon found myself drowning in flower petals.  I had to tear through a giant leaf in order to breathe.  It was then, as I was attempting to get through the field, that I came across a little family of fairy people.  They had a baby with wings that they were keeping from flying because he wasn't old enough to fly yet.  The mother's thoughts told me that he'd get lost and she asked me to look out for him, but for only a short while.  I accepted and she tied a red silken rope around my waist connected to the baby.  Every time he tried to fly, he'd almost tear me in half.  My stomach and waist area was like an anchor for him.  Eventually he got bored trying to fly and nested in my arms.  To my shock and horror, I recognized the baby to be Andrew Jacob.  He looked up at me and grabbed at my breast.  I wanted to feed him but I wasn't his mother.  As if on cue, his fairy mother came back and I communicated to her that I didn't want to let him go.  She smiled kindly and suddenly spoke like a human would, with her mouth.  Her voice was very high pitched, like the tinkling of a bell and this almost hurt my ears. "If you don't let him go, he'll never grow up," she said, "You were only supposed to carry him for a little while.  Perhaps someday, when he is older, he will carry you."  She then instructed me to climb out of the field.

Climb out of the field?  I looked north and there was a cliff face at what I figured was the end of the field.  I didn't know how I was going to climb it, it seemed so vast and with very little hand holds, but as I walked closer to it, it got tiny, to just a little mole hill.  So all I had to do was roll my body over it.  It was then that I looked back at the field.  All it was was a small expanse of grass and flowers!  I was now tall and very human.  Ahead of me was a large white tent.  I was dressed like medieval royalty; long flowing robes of gossamer and my hair was held up in an elaborate headdress.  I felt like I just stepped into a John Waterhouse painting!  I heard woman's laughter in the tent and went to investigate.  Inside there was a huge market and amongst the women there was the tall dark fairy woman I had met before, except now she seemed more human but her eyes were completely black, like those of a beetle.  As she led me to an old woman selling gemstones, I panicked because I felt a large bug had landed in my headdress.  "Please, I don't want to look at it, just get it off me!"  The fairy woman just giggled at me and took whatever it was off. 

The bug that landed and got caught in my headdress was a very large dragonfly that wiggled and writhed in the fairy woman's hands.  It also buzzed like a bumble bee and seemed very dangerous.  It wanted to keep reattaching itself to my head.  It was then, as the fairy woman pulled at it, that I realized the dragonfly had embedded a stinger inside my left ear.  I started to pull the stinger out like it was a long piece of string out of my ear.  Soon there was a "pop" and the stinger and the dragonfly were completely out of me.  It was then that the fairy woman snaped the dragonfly in two.  "Now your old dreams will no longer bother you," she said, "but perhaps you may want to keep some of its wings for your own magickal purposes?  They will help to protect you from the illusions of others..."  I decided to accept the wings but I had to tear them off personally.  This meant I had to ravage the carcass of the dragonfly.  This was an exceptionally grostesque thing to do, but once I did it, and without complaint, I had those wings and they were very beautiful.  The old woman selling gemstones and the dark fairy woman helped me make the wings into a fan.

I felt triumphant and, when both women gave me a hug, I woke up.  And I woke up angry because I had slept for ten hours again and today I really wanted to get out and do something during the daylight!  But, now that I think about it, I feel a lot better than I did yesterday!