07-30-2013, 01:49 PM
I had a lot of dreams about blood last night, though it's all very fuzzy in my head. I need to get back to writing down my dreams, because the marvelous clarity has been fading with my lack of effort to remember it. 
I was with a group of people, making some sort of potion that was extremely important for some reason, capable of changing the world, even. We had spent a great deal of time and effort collecting all of these absurdly rare ingredients to add to the potion, and finally had them all, but then a man I was with revealed that there was a final ingredient- the blood of a specific type of being. One of my friends was revealed to be that type of being, and he wanted to kill her to add her blood to the potion.
I was like "Whoa! Whoa! Wait! She can just prick her finger or something!" But the man said that a great deal of blood was required, and had to be allowed to gush over the other ingredients straight from the wound. I was very distressed by this, not wanting to see my friend harmed, but realizing the dire import of completing this potion- it was something bigger than ourselves. I was trying to figure out if there was any way we could meet the requirements of the formula without actually killing her, the man resolute that an ultimate sacrifice was needed. It felt remarkably unfair, and I woke up before we could decide what to do. I feel this probably has to do with some sort of great personal sacrifice. I am reminded of Tiphareth on the Tree of Life, and the sacrifice that is required to cross the Abyss. My guides say "You have come to the top of this staircase. It is time to make the leap."
I had another dream that involved a specific bloodline, though I can't remember much of any of it.
There was also a dream that involved a beautiful woman who had fallen into a coma or near-death state. A man, I think her husband, came and had sex with her while she was in this state, and it seemed very ritualistic. She later woke up and found herself pregnant, and it was supposed to be a child of destiny. I'm still trying to decipher what exactly is being portrayed by this interaction between conscious and unconscious. It seems that a most important seed is being incubated within my unconscious due to the particular mode of seeking I have entertained for some time now. What was once clad entirely in mystery has been impregnated and potentiated. I can only imagine what the birth is going to be like.
I was with a group of people, making some sort of potion that was extremely important for some reason, capable of changing the world, even. We had spent a great deal of time and effort collecting all of these absurdly rare ingredients to add to the potion, and finally had them all, but then a man I was with revealed that there was a final ingredient- the blood of a specific type of being. One of my friends was revealed to be that type of being, and he wanted to kill her to add her blood to the potion.
I was like "Whoa! Whoa! Wait! She can just prick her finger or something!" But the man said that a great deal of blood was required, and had to be allowed to gush over the other ingredients straight from the wound. I was very distressed by this, not wanting to see my friend harmed, but realizing the dire import of completing this potion- it was something bigger than ourselves. I was trying to figure out if there was any way we could meet the requirements of the formula without actually killing her, the man resolute that an ultimate sacrifice was needed. It felt remarkably unfair, and I woke up before we could decide what to do. I feel this probably has to do with some sort of great personal sacrifice. I am reminded of Tiphareth on the Tree of Life, and the sacrifice that is required to cross the Abyss. My guides say "You have come to the top of this staircase. It is time to make the leap."
I had another dream that involved a specific bloodline, though I can't remember much of any of it.
There was also a dream that involved a beautiful woman who had fallen into a coma or near-death state. A man, I think her husband, came and had sex with her while she was in this state, and it seemed very ritualistic. She later woke up and found herself pregnant, and it was supposed to be a child of destiny. I'm still trying to decipher what exactly is being portrayed by this interaction between conscious and unconscious. It seems that a most important seed is being incubated within my unconscious due to the particular mode of seeking I have entertained for some time now. What was once clad entirely in mystery has been impregnated and potentiated. I can only imagine what the birth is going to be like.
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