So, Dver over at A Forest Door tends to talk about discernment a lot. In fact, a few times in comments she’s left over here (SHE’S READ MY BLOG: SQUEE!) have actually had to do with this whole discernment thing. The post I’ve linked to specifically talks about how we need to discern the difference between what we think our gods want/like versus what they actually do like/want. And this is something that I’ve been trying to work on because I’m not very good at it, honestly. I tend to dismiss everything out of hand as simple coincidence. She’s mentioned before, in comment form, that just because there are rational explanations doesn’t necessarily mean that the gods or spirits aren’t using them to communicate.
Now that’s an idea.
So, with that back story…
Last night, I had a very strange dream. (I’m getting used to strange dreams, actually.)
In it, I was investigating either a disappearance or a murder or both. I had to go to my childhood neighborhood because that was where the crime scene actually was, instead of the beach where the body (literally, magically) fell from the sky. So, we’re in my childhood neighborhood, which has [in dreams] taken on a very dark and angry connoitation. There are trees that are ten times taller than they should be that are doing their best to block out the lights from the street lights and all of my dreams that take place here are at night. So, it’s night and I’m taking a group of people down the road to get to some house. We had found the crime scene and decided to leave it. Anyway, this herd of people and I are joined by a pack of random large breed dogs. I can remember a black lab and a golden retriever, as well as a couple of other larger breeds. There were a total of five dogs in this pack.
I think they were our helpers?
So, in the dream, we’re walking down the road and we’re nearly to a house that is our ultimate goal. We just passed a side street (that doesn’t exist in my honest childhood neighborhood) when two porcupines step out of the woods to block our way. They are very large creatures about thirty pounds a piece. One is jet black and the other is golden colored. Every time we try to walk around them, they move to block us further. As we keep trying to bypass them, they move closer and closer to us. We all know that the intent here is very malicious and that they just want to stick us, the dogs, and be on their way. So, I decided to distract the porcupines. In front of my feet was a plastic, deflated ball. I threw it as hard as I could down the side street that doesn’t really exist and watched as the porcupines went tumbling after it.
The rest is fuzzy, but it culminates in me walking around shirtless with a shower curtain draped decoratively about my upper bits as the group and the dogs come into the house that was our main goal. Unfortunately, the golden retriever was lost in the attack from the porcupines. That was about the moment that I woke up.
Now, my initial thought on the dream was to simply say, “Huh. That’s fucking weird.” And in reality, I did exactly say just that. As time has gone by, my dreams have been progressively easier to remember but also odder. Things have been clearer, but they’re also just incredibly strange. I’ve found myself dreaming about animals a lot in recent weeks. (I’m thinking specifically of the dream where I came out of nowhere in the middle of the woods and ended up startling a moose in mid-eat.) And after that, I decided my next step was to check out Dream Moods and check out what they had to say about the whole porcupine thing. However, the website would not load on my phone, no matter where in the fuck I was standing and how many times I tried refreshing the feed.
Normally, at a moment like this, I just get frustrated and decide to check out the meaning at some later point in time. However, the reason I’m now beginning to wonder about the whole interpretation aspect is because of Madam Wolf from Fluid Morality. I’m not going to get into her story, since it’s not my place, but suffice it to say that when she commented on my FB status about my dreaming about porcupines, she asked if I was being called, so to speak. (This led me to wonder if I was going to start hearing “I’m an aardvark” in my head at any given moment.) This really made me wonder, in light of the fact that I couldn’t get to the fucking website and find out about porcupines.
And it would be interesting…
And there is discernment…
And there is the fact that I like to fob everything off to rationality…
Well, the whole thing is interesting if I start to really examine it. The things about my childhood neighborhood and its darkness are psychological in nature, and so pose little merit to what I’m wondering. But, the duality aspect of two separate creatures from my dream is very interesting to think about. Duality, as any Kemetic knows, is part and parcel to the whole faith. And the fact that the dogs as well as the porcupines were dually matched, one gold and one black, is interesting in and of itself. (As a quick aside: it’s interesting that it was the golden dog that was attacked and injured—though I don’t know if it was the black or gold porcupine that did the attacking. The only reason I say so is that now that I’m trying to context it into a Kemetic standpoint, I’m thinking of the battles between Heru and Set… Of course, that could also be because of Madam Wolf…)
You know, at first, I really didn’t think this dream had anything more to do but be odd and strange. But, now with the comment from Madam Wolf and the fact that I couldn’t access the website… now, I’m really beginning to wonder. And I have to say, I had better not start hearing about how I’m an aardvark!
(To see a porcupine in your dream suggests that you need to look out for yourself and protect yourself from emotional or psychological harm. Trust and honesty are important qualities. Alternatively, a porcupine indicates that there is a situation which you need to approach with openness. Someone in your waking life may be on the defensive and are not be exposing their vulnerabilities. As taken from Dream Moods’ entry on porcupines. …No. Just no.)