I find it fascinating that a mismatched combination in waking life can produce a mismatched combination in dream life.
Last night I mixed mugwort with vodka.
Because!
That’s why.
Don’t judge.
It wasn’t as bad as the honey and mugwort, but it definitely wasn’t pleasant pulling stems from my throat when the liquid went down way easier than the solid.
Anyway, I’m taking this combination of an earthly herb, which grew from a seed in the soil, was nurtured by sunshine and water and I combine it with vodka which was fermented and distilled in a factory until it had just enough alcohol to be considered a spirit. Sure, you could make the argument that MAYBE the vodka came from a potato and they have that in common, but really they couldn’t be more opposite and that was how the theme of my dream felt.
I’m at M’s party in Dream Town. The crowd is cool and there are lots of cookie dough vodka drinks flowing. It felt a lot like one of those coming of age movies where the high school kids are having an end of the year blow out. Only we’re old people, not high school people. But with all of the partying there is this one dream character who is the total opposite of the scene. He’s a healer, a Shaman of sorts. He calls me over in his purple robe and asks for my hand. I give him my hand and he starts to put pressure with just one finger on my wrist. It was intense, spiritual, totally not fitting the vibe of this party, a little like mugwort and vodka seem to not fit each other. I know I should hang and let him heal me a little bit but I’m anxious to enjoy the party so I walk away. I turn around, and he’s gone, so I leave the party. As I’m driving home, I doze off on some train tracks, wake up to the sound of a horn blowing behind me, and speed off into a ditch. It was enough of a scare in my dream to wake me up. And when I woke up, I was laying in bed holding my wrist. Healing myself perhaps? It’s happened before and I think it may have just happened again.
I can’t swallow cotton anymore. I got my paws on empty pill capsules. I’ll fill them with my mugwort and swallow them down like a normal person taking herbal supplements would. Who am I trying to impress here?
Sweet dreams!