“A Selection of Experiences from My Dream Journal”
By Andrea Sobotka
The Magic of Owl and Wolf
Dream Journal entry Dec 10 2009 – Dream space left me thinking hard as I awoke from this surreal but beautiful dream. It takes place in another space and time in which I am a young girl living on the edge of a forest, near the top of a mountain. I recognize the soul of the sibling sharing my dream space as that of my youngest son in this (my awake) realm.
The dream begins with me tucking my younger sister in for the night. It is winter and we are both retiring to the same big, warm bed with a frame and posts made of pine logs. Most of the simple furnishings in the room are made of natural elements including a smooth wooden floor, but rather than wood or brick walls and ceiling, we are nestled under a large clear crystal dome. Outside is a beautiful winter landscape of snow covered mountain peaks, and tall pine trees under a clear night sky full of twinkling stars and a full moon.
We are very young, but my sister is in my care so I make sure she is comfy and settled on her side of the bed before I settle myself for the night. Then quite suddenly, my sister becomes tangled in a silver spirit rope. I sense a being from another time zone beckoning me from the other side of a veil and I wonder what it wants – then I understand! This being is in need of my help and is trying to get my attention in hopes that I will follow. As soon as I realize this, the spirit rope dissolves away followed by a burst of activity that catches our eye outside just below our dwelling.
We gaze out from under our covers, watching in awe as a massive grey and silver wolf chases an equally large white owl up the snow covered mountain side we are perched on. As they reach the crest of the mountain, both creatures pause dramatically, backlit by rays of blue moonlight. Their majestic beauty and power is breathtaking, and for a moment, time seems to stand still in frozen beauty. The spell is broken as they once again explode from the snow and race after each other back down an angle of the mountain peak. Snow is flying around them, like a brilliant cascade of diamond dust as they race across the rugged terrain, and off into the night.
The magical Wolf and Owl have disappeared, the snow settles, and we dare to breathe again. We turn to look at each other in silent wonder at what we have just witnessed, it felt sacred. As I return my attention to settling in for the night once again, I feel myself being physically pulled out from under the covers; the being from the other realm is still trying desperately to coax me to follow! The pulling on my left side becomes very strong, so strong, that I awaken from my dream. All is quiet and still, but am left hearing an echo of the number 9.
Andrea, “Critter Doc”