I am laying in bed watching the ethers gather in what look like hands massaging clay where I am the clay. I want to know who is placing hands on me. I carefully time my attack targeting one of the hands like a cat getting ready to stalk it’s prey. Snap!, I grab at the hand with precision. When my hand grabs the etheric hand I can feel it as if it had substance and form. The density of the hand startles me as it is not what I expected. The shock immediately wakes me up with eyes wide open.
I close my eyes in an attempt to return to the dream. I am with my friend Dinah when a package arrives at her door. She accepts the package from the post master and proceeds to open it. I immediately recognize the package as one I sent. I know the box of chocolates is within the packing box. The packing box is one I used to pack a speaker which was left behind by an Airbnb guest. Before she opens the package, I know it is not a speaker inside, she will find the box of chocolates which mysteriously went missing in my house. A box to this day I have not been able to locate. “I must have sent it to Dinah,” I hear my mind say. She snips the last piece of tape and opens the box. Sure enough the chocolates are inside along with some larvae. I recognize the larvae as faerie larvae. The larvae are undergoing their metamorphoses. They are long and white with narrow wings. Each has a purple and green luminescence within their body much like a dragon fly. A man walks over and asks, ” Can I buy them from you. We have great need for those here. They serve a good purpose.” To which I reply, “You can have them.” He then replies, “Oh no they have great value. ” “In that case give me one dollar for each,” I say. Another man steps in and says, “Oh no, they are worth far more than one dollar.” To which I say, “Well then how about $45 dollars.”
One of the insects stings me in in left arm burrowing its head below my skin much like a tick. Having read how one should respond to ticks, I pull the body back stretching the neck like an umbilical cord cinching it to cut the blood supply. I wrap the cord around the head which is still below my skin. The eyes look back at me as if in an effort to ask for it’s protection. I believe it will now simply come out when its ready.
My attention is now drawn to a set of windows in the distance where the government of Columbia is torturing Space Aliens. I can see the Aliens have hands raised as if to surrender. I only see their forearms to the tips of their fingers. One of the aliens has three long fingers typical of aliens. The other has five possibly an alien closer in resemblance of humans. Both are showing sings with their fingers in an attempt to communicate a message to me. The three fingered one has it’s fingers with the symbol of a triangle. The other has fingers and knuckles in the symbol of clovers. I feel compassion for the suffering of the aliens as I believe all life is sacred. I then see a tiny alien laying rigid on a table. He looks to be dead. I ask if we should dispose of the body. To which I’m told we can leave him there. As we turn to walk away, I look back to give the dead alien a second look. I somehow know he is simply playing dead. He moves to signal he is OK. I wink and feel good know he is alive.
~~~ END OF DREAM
The dragonfly is generally associated with the symbolic meaning of transformation. Here are common meanings for this animal totem:
- Change and transformation
- Joy, lightness of being
- Symbol of the realm of emotions, invitation to dive deeper into your feeling
- Being on the lookout for illusions and deceits, whether are external or personal
- Connection with nature’s spirits, fairies realms