Owls and cats
Oct. 27th, 2023 08:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
boccaderlupoI dreamed I was in some kind of lodge hotel with the wife. They had a small gift shop at the front, and while we were waiting to go out for the day I found the books section. It contained a series of volumes of fantasy novels from the 1930s and early 1940s by one "Hugh McGrif" from England. (I was so convinced that this book series existed that I had to look it up in the morning on the Internet...and I'm still not entirely convinced.) It was being reprinted by an obscure religious publishing house out in the Midwest and had been getting wide acclaim in certain circles.
The novels had been drawing flak from progressive types for undisclosed reasons. The basic gist was that this group of children travel through a hole in the earth and wind up in this alternate land (of course). There they meet a group of talking owls. Their leader, a grim, Gandalf-like figure, told the children about their plight: they were protecting a huge, black winged dragon that had been badly injured. He was the last of his kind, and could not longer fly. The dragon was being hunted by a race of talking cats, which had a sort of laser beam-like capability to inflict damage; they were bent on exterminating all dragons, and he was the last of them.
There were gods, of course, involved, as apparently the various pantheons took up residence in different terrains of this world: the Olympians on the seas, the Nordic deities in the snow-covered regions, the Egyptian spirits in the desert places, the Aztecs in volcanoes, the Yoruba in the rivers and streams, the Christian in the woodlands...and on and on. I thought my son would get a kick out of that, so I rifled through the racks and found only volumes 2, 3, and 4. I would have to order the first volume online and get it delivered.
I made a mental note to do so, and bought a bunch of new boxer shorts, instead.
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Incidentally, the wife also dreamed of owls this same night. She told me she was walking around a path near a baseball field, when she spotted at perfect intervals along the path some very large owls, each standing perfectly still and straight among the trees. She had never seen owls before in the wild, and went to grab a camera to capture them, but (if I remember right) they flew up and away.
Coincidence, surely. Or perhaps synchronicity. We will see what the days bring.
The novels had been drawing flak from progressive types for undisclosed reasons. The basic gist was that this group of children travel through a hole in the earth and wind up in this alternate land (of course). There they meet a group of talking owls. Their leader, a grim, Gandalf-like figure, told the children about their plight: they were protecting a huge, black winged dragon that had been badly injured. He was the last of his kind, and could not longer fly. The dragon was being hunted by a race of talking cats, which had a sort of laser beam-like capability to inflict damage; they were bent on exterminating all dragons, and he was the last of them.
There were gods, of course, involved, as apparently the various pantheons took up residence in different terrains of this world: the Olympians on the seas, the Nordic deities in the snow-covered regions, the Egyptian spirits in the desert places, the Aztecs in volcanoes, the Yoruba in the rivers and streams, the Christian in the woodlands...and on and on. I thought my son would get a kick out of that, so I rifled through the racks and found only volumes 2, 3, and 4. I would have to order the first volume online and get it delivered.
I made a mental note to do so, and bought a bunch of new boxer shorts, instead.
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Incidentally, the wife also dreamed of owls this same night. She told me she was walking around a path near a baseball field, when she spotted at perfect intervals along the path some very large owls, each standing perfectly still and straight among the trees. She had never seen owls before in the wild, and went to grab a camera to capture them, but (if I remember right) they flew up and away.
Coincidence, surely. Or perhaps synchronicity. We will see what the days bring.
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Date: 2023-10-27 07:20 pm (UTC)Owls strike me as Mercurial (because they're wise), cats strike me as Lunar (because they're nocturnal and shine "laser" beams from their eyes), dragons strike me as Jovial (because they're obsessed with gold), and all of them are Martial as well (because they're carnivorous and, in the case of your dream, combative).
Now, presently, Mercury and Mars are conjunct (in a Martial sign no less, Scorpio, signifying defensive or strategic warfare) and in opposition to Jupiter, who is retrograde in Taurus (e.g. "gone to ground"), but the Moon (in Aries, another Martial sign, signifying offensive warfare or brute force) is rapidly closing on Jupiter. Perhaps there will be a great battle when She gets there.
That'll happen tomorrow, which happens to be a Lunar eclipse, as well (since the Sun is conjunct Mercury and Mars). Eclipses relate to dragons, too! Keep your eyes open tomorrow afternoon, maybe.
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Date: 2023-10-27 07:56 pm (UTC)