I wrote the thoughts of the converging
dreamed of the exchange between Lisa and Jake on December 16, 2017. on December
16, 2017. Just their voices, Lisa
shouting "Jake, I'm here! I'm here" over
and over, and Jake shouting back, "Lisa, don't!" From this I knew that Lisa had done
something dangerous by shouting to Jake.
I had already deduced her mission in Corriebhai Colony (not to be
confused with Corriebhai where Jake and Randy's first mission took place) by
her conspicuous absence up till now.
When putting this dream in a likely place the rest just naturally filled
I wrote a good deal of Deirdre's part
pretty much based on one flash-dream of Damien on a motorcycle, crashing
through a wall and whisking me off, smelling of leather and tobacco and
motorcycle-grease, just like my father in his teens when he would cradle me in
his arms. Dreaming it about Damien
instead of my father, but with Dad's scent, meant that it concerned traits of
both, rather than it being about my father per-se. I needed to accept that particular kind of
animus-energy, that warrior-bard adventurer attitude, in order to break through
a mental stone wall that impaired my life.
Yet this dream also carries the energy
of my mother. She not only first met my
father on a motorcycle, but has had associations with motorcycles and their
riders throughout her life thereafter.
So for me motorcycles in dreams symbolize Motherhood (a prime example of
why one-size-fits-all dream dictionaries don't work very well.) I had denied my motherhood of these tales for
years, refusing to write from dreams for nearly a decade. When I weighed returning I had this dream of
Damien. The Bard aspect of my animus had
to steal back my motherhood of my stories for me, from an oppressor in need of
killing—my own oppressive scruples against telling truths from which I longed
to hide. And of course my mother has her
own warrior/artist/adventurer aspect.