A Series of Old Dreams

February 16, 2023

I've been going through some old dreams from a few years back and wanted to capture a few here for reference. Some of these may turn into actual projects!

I was at a Greek Orthodox Church and I was trying to get in but there wasn't enough room. I ended up having to stay outside with an older lady who was growing oxalis in her church garden. A huge procession came out of the church and then we all walked past a plaza with food trucks, down into these wild ruins. The old lady was there but she was way more feral looking. She lit some herbs on fire and put some of the ashes in her mouth and spit, and it was like that was the “true blessing.” Then I woke up and had the phrase “now I know where the hypogeum is” stuck in my head.

I was waiting for the bus, heading to 'school' but it was the public bus system. One of the other people in the crowd was this girl (looked like Winona Ryder circa 1990) and she asked me if she 'knew' me from someplace b/c i looked 'familiar.' I said i didn't think so but she asked me to 'join her group' and so I hopped on a bus going to a different place than I'd intended.

We ended up in this coffeeshop district where she explained that her mother had been one of the leaders of the “Irish Resistance,” and was a full-on witch. the 'group' she was with was the continuation of this 'resistance.' as we were sitting in this cafe, one of the other members— an old man with white hair who looked like an Italian version of one-armed Mike from Twin Peaks— took me aside to explain that they were 'magicians' but not in the typical sense of the word. He showed me this blue cloak that was filled with 'secret inscriptions and spells.' Sadly, I can only remember one, which was a word you could use to 'push things away' (the word was 'MEFUNEY').

He confirmed that the girl's mom was a 'leader of the Irish resistance' and then showed me a hologram of her. She was an old woman, floating in a swirly cloud and smiling benevolently. he told me that she is 'La Befana.'

Then i was talking to the girl again, and she said her favorite place in the world was Tuscany, and named a city there. She said if i was serious about 'joining' then i needed to meet her again in a point between three locations that i'd need to work out by triangulating from the writings of '538.' She gave me this crazy stencil to use for making symbols to 'help understand.' she said I had to meet her there in exactly one year from this date, and was super adamant about it.

I was hanging out with two “goths” who were actually pretty nice and cool. I was new to their area and asked them the best place to buy “occult” books. They told me it was surprisingly at Bartell's (local drug store chain) so we went. They did have “occult” books but they were all mass market and “glossy.” The goths apologized and I said I wanted to go check out a different bookstore nearby that I'd heard about. We went in and it was like “the perfect bookstore,” which is a recurring dream trope for me. They had shelves and shelves of old and amazing “occult” books. The one I ended up buying was this huge tome titled “Taraxacum officinalis” b/c it was a grimoire based entirely on dandelions.

(A friend) and I are “hanging out” in a very “high mountain” landscape. Lots of grass/scrub/rocks, not much in the way of trees or shrubs. There's a huge rock formation nearby that looks like it could be either natural or human-made. All of the sudden we see a figure walking by. It's a dark-haired girl with dark skin wearing leather boots and a cloak, holding a staff.

She's walking with two guinea hens, but they're huge, like the size of geese. She also has a massive, furry mastiff dog like a Tibetan Mastiff. We approach her and 'chit chat' for a moment. She tells us her people all have two of these birds and a dog. She shows us that her walking stick is hollow on one and and can be played like a flute. I ask her name and she says she can't tell it to us.

She has to leave, and walks to the rock formation and descends into it— it's an entrance to the Hypogeum! She reemerges for a second and smiles, and points to the biggest rock with her staff. Words have appeared on the rock face, scratched in very deeply. I think they were:

We realized she was sharing her name after all, and something something the first letter of each word (still needs decoding).

Memories of a wild series of dreams where I was being instructed in some kind of technique by a curly-haired man wearing patchwork. We were overlooking the sea, on a cliff. Something about scales of colors, sounds, and letters— way different than the scales we use, and about how 'magic' takes place on a spectrum we can't see.

This time I began in a kind of jungle? With a lot of palmettos. I pushed them aside and was standing on top of a cliff, but there was a kind of natural bridge with a small gap leading to another cliff. I had to jump over the gap (which was way above the ocean). On the other side was the entrance to the Hypogeum. I went in, and the scene shifted. I was looking down on a large, dark, almost amorphous entity and as I looked, it started transforming into the shape of Anthuor but was covered in tree bark. The stag's head sprouted two antlers, which branched into four, then 8, then kept dividing and dividing until i lost track of how many points were on each antler. When I focused on the tip of one of the now nearly infinite antlers, there was a tiny person. Each of the points of the antlers ended in some kind of entity— trees, animals, insects, humans. All of these entities interacted with one another as though they were separate beings walking across the surface of a map, but below the surface they were all connected to the tree-deer. The last thing I remember thinking is, “Don't deer eventually shed their antlers?”

Walking through a forest and everything I looked at had the word “amak” written on it in that weird glowing blue moss stuff I've seen using the method. Like literally EVERYTHING. rocks, animals, plants, etc. I looked at my hand and it was written there. Then like the “inner Mavani” voice started to explain that an “AMAK” is a “dwelling place of the vimna (life force)” that “withstand.” So all of the “metadivinities” are like the most powerful of the amaks, but amaks dwell within every individual instance of something 'living.' it's different than 'consciousness.' when living things 'die,' their amak persists, and the 'stronger' the amak, the more likely it is to persist. One of the best ways for people to 'summon' an amak is by remembering it. When you remember, like a bird you saw, that's its amak you're remembering. Same with ancestors/ancestor spirits/etc.

I was in a cave on the beach. The cave was 'fully furnished,' but everything on the floor would get wet at high tide. I had dozens of reference books for a kind of 'plant astrology' Mystery Tradition that looked like the Voynich manuscript. According to this tradition, each person has 20 plants which correspond to various personality aspects and grants them specific 'powers' once they are mastered.

_A dream which featured a Quatrian info dump:

Once someone has done “the Method” enough times, it seems like entering the Hypogeum just requires “visualizing the entrance” and “walking in.” “The Method” is essentially a way to “pray” to the Hypogeum.
Quatrian prayer: in Ancient Quatria, “prayer” was common but anything could be prayed to. The most basic way to pray wasn't by reciting words, it was via creating a “scene” in your mind. For instance, if you wanted to ask Anthuor for help Withstanding a situation, you might visualize a stag using its antlers to push back against a floodgate, behind which is a raging river. Quatrian prayer books were collections of scenes or vignettes that we wouldn't recognize as 'prayer.'
The 48 primary Quatrian symbols are a musical composition and a set of story tropes. “48 is twice the total number of major and minor keys in Western tonal music (twenty-four), not counting enharmonic equivalents.” The symbols can be arranged and rearranged to make “songs” or “stories” that can impact reality. These are also “prayers” or “spells” (for example, “Barbaro/Cave/Human” could be a three note tune about overcoming ambiguity, or could be a 'vignette' of a person confronting Barbaro in a cave, or could be a story about a person walking into a cave and encountering Barbaro)._

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