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In my dream...
I woke up and was still feeling kinda groggy. As I stumbled out into the hallway, someone came strolling out of the room across the hall (the altar room), wearing a bathrobe and toweling his hair and looking as if he had just gotten out of the shower. I had no idea who he was; some shortish fat guy in his 30-40s or so. I said "who are you?" and he smiled and started chuckling. I asked the same question several times with increasing alarm and the guy just strolled down the stairs like he belonged there. There, I noticed several differences in the decor of the house- it didn't have the brightly colored walls or posters, and was more in 'classy old lady' style. There were a couple of other people milling around downstairs. I grabbed the phone and tried to dial 911 but misdialed. I tried again and got through, but the policeman knew who I was and handed the phone to someone who seemed to know me. She said "I can't take this any longer, and I'm moving out." I thought, do I have a girlfriend and did she just dump me? What the hell is going on?
I tried to get some of the people downstairs to tell me what was going on- they all acted like they knew me, but I didn't know any of them. So talking to them felt like walking into the middle of a complex conversation and not knowing what they were talking about and trying to catch up. I finally asked one older, trustworthy-looking fellow to just stop, and pretend like I had complete amnesia and did not know anything or anyone. I was able to find out that I was a member, possibly the HPS of a Wiccan group whose name was Welsh for 'the amber lion' or maybe 'the golden lion'. I saw papers with the name on it, in gilded letters, and then noticed that there was a tame lioness lounging about in the house. She lived with me, along with a couple of other members of the group. I wasn't sure if the group was named after her, or she was there because of the group's name. I said "So what happened to Phoenix Moon?" and none of them had ever heard of Phoenix Moon [the group I'm HPS of IRL]. I just laid down on the floor and tried to take it all in. I felt really lost and confused, but glad that I had a couple of people who seemed to understand what was going on and were willing to help me through it. It got fuzzy after than and I woke up soon after.
I woke up and was still feeling kinda groggy. As I stumbled out into the hallway, someone came strolling out of the room across the hall (the altar room), wearing a bathrobe and toweling his hair and looking as if he had just gotten out of the shower. I had no idea who he was; some shortish fat guy in his 30-40s or so. I said "who are you?" and he smiled and started chuckling. I asked the same question several times with increasing alarm and the guy just strolled down the stairs like he belonged there. There, I noticed several differences in the decor of the house- it didn't have the brightly colored walls or posters, and was more in 'classy old lady' style. There were a couple of other people milling around downstairs. I grabbed the phone and tried to dial 911 but misdialed. I tried again and got through, but the policeman knew who I was and handed the phone to someone who seemed to know me. She said "I can't take this any longer, and I'm moving out." I thought, do I have a girlfriend and did she just dump me? What the hell is going on?
I tried to get some of the people downstairs to tell me what was going on- they all acted like they knew me, but I didn't know any of them. So talking to them felt like walking into the middle of a complex conversation and not knowing what they were talking about and trying to catch up. I finally asked one older, trustworthy-looking fellow to just stop, and pretend like I had complete amnesia and did not know anything or anyone. I was able to find out that I was a member, possibly the HPS of a Wiccan group whose name was Welsh for 'the amber lion' or maybe 'the golden lion'. I saw papers with the name on it, in gilded letters, and then noticed that there was a tame lioness lounging about in the house. She lived with me, along with a couple of other members of the group. I wasn't sure if the group was named after her, or she was there because of the group's name. I said "So what happened to Phoenix Moon?" and none of them had ever heard of Phoenix Moon [the group I'm HPS of IRL]. I just laid down on the floor and tried to take it all in. I felt really lost and confused, but glad that I had a couple of people who seemed to understand what was going on and were willing to help me through it. It got fuzzy after than and I woke up soon after.
