On the Nature of Dreams and Other Astral Frolics.
And being careful not to bite our own tale.
If you are a regular reader, it may not come as a surprise to you that I am a Dreamer. It isn’t unusual for me to trip the astral fantastic, and truth be told the line between how much time I spend in either waking or astral realms is most often blurred. My childhood memories are a testament to this. As well as most of my adulthood memories if I really stop and think about it. This Substack isn’t called Changeling Dreamtime for nothing.
And so it is that the line between dreams, visions, and just a good old astral romp is also and if not more so, blurred. On the odd occasion I’ve even been left wondering if that dream I just had was actually my dream at all, and had I inadvertently stepped into someone else’s? And then there are the Big Dreams that Jung would salivate over, sundry and unexpected out of body experiences, and then the super-extra-ordinary visionary dreams that leave me deeply unsettled and feeling that it was a thinly veiled screen memory applied in haste by lazy beings who’ve spirited me away when I haven’t been looking.
Such was the dream I had last week. I’ve decided to share this one publicly for several reasons. It’s a full moon and what better time to discuss things illuminating the subconscious and our intuition. It may have implications for the general populace, or it may just relate to a shadow aspect that I need to process – possibly both; a large element dovetails with a theme that came up in my journeys with the Nine Herbs Charm; and it will segue into a forthcoming (free) article about why some birth imprints might make some people more susceptible to this sort of weirdness than others. If you’ve joined my merry band of subscribers because of the Nine Herbs Charm project, Welcome! It’s all a bit eclectic and eccentric here, but there is method to the madness. Be inspired, or invited to ponder, or be entertained. Take of it what you will.
On to the dream. (Insert a wavy cinematic transition with mystical woo music here)
“I have a feeling I may have been abducted.”
I am dreaming that I am walking down a hill street in a town in Ireland. I am on holiday there. It’s mundane and pleasant, and a sunny day. Suddenly I feel a nauseating shift and I find myself inside a futuristic feeling craft – an ultra-luxe yacht or submersible. I deduce this from a large cinema screen-sized window that is looking out at an underwater scene. An aquarium or underwater observation lounge. I don’t recall seeing the outside of where I am, but I just know that it is very sleek, stealth, black and metallic. It moves with the water as though it is one with it. I am in a very large room – again like a cinema, the walls are black, and it is sparsely furnished with black leather upholstered lounges and armchairs. There is a large black desk in the centre. The space is illuminated with very soft lighting, from downlights that I can’t see, but I surmise that most of the light is coming from the crystal-clear water outside. I don’t know how deep we are submerged, but the water is very clear and blue, and it glows with what I imagine is filtered sunlight but has the more eerie quality of bioluminescence.
There are other people in the space with me. They are all dressed in black suits. Most seem to be businessmen or bodyguards. Otherwise, they are non-descript. There is a tall man with me who seems to be the one the others work for. He is wearing a midnight blue suit and a black turtleneck. He has black hair flecked with white streaks. His eyes are all black with what looks like a ring of silver light sparkling where the iris should be, as though it is a reflection of ring light such as one uses with photography or video, yet I can’t discern where this reflection would be coming from. It looks like his eyes are illuminated from within. I find this somewhat disconcerting. The man is clearly ultra-wealthy and ultra powerful. He has a very commanding presence, yet he speaks little. Everything about him feels calculating. I hear the words “King Charles” in my head. To my mind he only looks vaguely like that person, and if anything, this man looks more like my senior years high school English teacher Mr Bromley, but I digress. I get the strong impression that he is making me an offer I can’t refuse, to work for him in some capacity, but he doesn’t say this. He doesn’t really say anything. I’m getting impressions rather than him verbally communicating with me. It makes me feel uneasy. I feel as though I am either prey, or I could be useful. How I play this will decide. In my mind I affirm that I am servant to no one. He knows what I am thinking, but he only directs my focus to the underwater scene outside the massive window.
There is a huge sea creature that fills much of the view. It looks as though part of it is wrapped around a ballast arm, or possibly even itself. If it were wrapped around some sort of ballast arm or projection from the craft, its size looks as though it would surely cripple the ship, yet I can’t feel any disturbance from its weight. The man asks me what I think it is. I see one eye, which is huge and looks at me with a mix of distrust and resignation. I can’t see the creature in its fullness, but I tell the man that it looks to me like a very elongated skinny whale shark, or an eel. Its body is serpentine. Its jaws are massive, and although subdued at the moment, it could clearly do some serious damage.
“Jörmungandr” I hear in my head. I know this should alarm me, but it’s the man that seems more dangerous. He is very much in my personal space now and is looking intently into my eyes. He says something but I can’t recall what. Is he holding me? Maybe. I think he is asking me if I’d like a drink, although I feel like he is asking for my soul. I realise more fully now that I must get away.
He is distracted by one of his people coming to tell him something. I suddenly find myself on a dock helping other people to get on a small charter boat. Some of the people I do recognise from the craft. As they are getting onboard, I see two very large yachts overflowing with people sailing into port. Suddenly I see the craft that I was on fully submerge and within seconds of this the two yachts are taken out from underneath. The boats begin to sink, and people are screaming as gigantic sharks appear. Some people have been strapped to the masts and covered in minced meat as some sort of offering. I know that this is a warning.
With that realisation I find myself back on the craft in some sort of dressing room, that is just as large as the previous ‘observation room’ and the walls are just as black with the same soft lighting. I am with another woman – younger, smaller, looks very waif-like, like an old school 90s model. She has grey eyes and dark hair, and is very pale. The woman is wearing a white skin suit. My job is to scan a photograph on an old flatbed scanner, because she doesn’t know how to use it. I remember saying to her that I know how to use these because they had this technology where I was from when I was young. At this point, the tall dark man wants to come in to see that I’ve done the job. He is mindful however that this is a dressing room, and so he sends one of his lackeys in first to get the all-clear. He then comes in and I give him the picture and the scanned copy. As I pick it up to hand it to him, I pay attention now to what the photo is. I see that it is a photo of four tall and thin white alien beings all dressed like the model. There is something very ethereal about them as if they are all dressed in light. I realise then that I’ve been abducted. With that thought I suddenly wake up. However, the man’s presence lingers. He is a powerful being. I don’t usually remember faces (most often I can’t even see them), but this man I will remember for a very long time.
As I mentioned previously, some dreams I wake from feeling somewhat disoriented and deeply unsettled. This was one of those dreams. I spent the rest of the day unable to shake the anxiety this made me feel. It was worsened by the synchronicities of seeing two independent posts about Jormüngandr as the first to pop up on my news feeds on social media. The rest of the day also felt off kilter in many respects, and although I no longer try to analyse my dreams, preferring to just let them percolate and process and integrate after I’ve recorded them, the question of who this man is and whether he is monitoring, or in fact controlling when Jörmungandr sets off Ragnarök wouldn’t leave me. Nor the feeling that I still hadn’t quite landed back in my body. And somewhere in this, in an effort to distract myself I fell down a Pluto in my 6th house rabbit hole. Needless to say, much grounding was in order.
But that question remains. So, I don’t know if it’s something as crazy as King Charles literally controlling Jörmungandr and deciding when Ragnarök kicks off (Given that he is deeply involved in the WEF, that wouldn’t be such a huge stretch), if this is a less conspiratorial portent of the world being on the tipping point now, or a warning of just another of my own personal Ragnaröks to look out for, or I was actually abducted and shown stuff by the actual ‘Architect’, or all of the above, or just too many late nights and too much cortisol.
Later that day I decided to throw an oracle on it. It probably isn’t surprising that Thor came up, and it’s his strength, courage and integrity, and protection of personal boundaries that is needed to deal with any and all of the themes that this experience presented. And with that, this is probably the best conclusion to the matter. May the might of Mjölnir encourage us all.
Michelle x
P.S 9HC people - the first instalment covering the history of the Nine Herbs Charm is coming on Sunday.