Post by Wunderkind on Nov 3, 2009 2:06:42 GMT -5
I will say that I think a key part of my being receptive to this dream came from reading Del's post, I found that I had such a dream really interesting since I'm not typically that influenced. Another part is probably from my use of Eros as a patron deity.
There was a first part to this dream, but I will jump into the part that involves Venus. A package was being passed between men in a secret society, and whatever was inside this package was so important that no one man of average or high rank was trusted to keep it. Instead, they'd receive it and drive it to the next location where it was to be transferred again and again until it reached a trusted place. I don't know what was inside, but I knew they were up to no good, or at least up to some misguided goal towards the greater good (think blowing up major cities to save countries, even if that's not exactly what they were doing).
So I ran out of the house I was in (someone had tried to clone myself and Mel and we'd put a stop to that) only to see a black car zoom out of my line of sight. I chased after it seemingly hopelessly, as it was already too far and I'd lost its "scent." But I started chanting "Venus, Venus, Venus" with each leap and all of the sudden I was at an incredible speed and could "see" scent petals of where the car had traveled! Very strange, but I was on the move and didn't dare question anything that would get me towards my goal. When I'd found the car, a bunch of others were there as this was a "check point" of sorts and the package was meant to be exchanged.
Everyone had bows and arrows (don't ask me why there were no guns for all the fancy technology!) and I had nothing around me. Instead, I grabbed a pint sized piece of wood (a third of a pencil in length), assumed the strongest position I could and made as if I was carrying a bow and arrow myself. I grabbed an arrow (not really) from behind me, set myself up, and shouted "Venus!" as I aimed and shot, felling each target until there was no one left that meant me harm. These things all happened in such a blur, but I later noticed that sometimes when I shouted Venus and aimed at one man, I would hit and down three. Other times I would mean for four and only kill one. I assume this indicated I was merely a vessel for Venus' bidding, and whom she meant to die died, and those who weren't a threat were spared. At face value it was like they were being killed by the wind itself- we couldn't see any astral, I just trusted that it was there and would continue. Soon I was surrounded by people and I twirled about restlessly, aiming my bow and arrow crafted from nothing (nothing but faith?) at them. I do recall wanting to shoot, but nothing came of it so Venus must not have agreed with me. Soon, when the last threat fell, these people held their own bows and arrows aside from them and fell to their knees to bow to me. I felt that was so odd, but I was pumped with adrenaline and spun instead to the one man who'd approached me with a curious look in his eye instead of fear or awe (much obliged! I prefer being treated as a person instead of a deity most times!).
Hmmm, how to describe him. He had slightly above shoulder length black hair that had an unkempt wave to it, and perhaps he was slightly greasy due to intense work without rest (either he had been fighting for long, or researching very hard). He had a slightly convex hawk nose, but it wasn't so long or extreme that he wasn't handsome, and his skin had a healthy inner glow-not too tan, not too pale- despite how weary it appeared. He dressed in a tunic, but modern pants that fit well. I'd guess him to be 25, but wear from whatever he'd done in his life coupled with his experience beyond his years made him appear just under 30. Over all he of average height for a man, tall for the average woman, and was lean and muscled without being wiry. If I had to describe him in one word it would be: professor. I don't recall what weapon he carried, but even he held a bow and arrow, they didn't suit him. He seemed more like the type to carry a sword or dagger, but prefer a quill pen.
When he first approached his hands were up and he said he meant me no harm. With the curious look in his eye, he asked me if I realized I had been shooting people with nothing but an interestingly shaped twig in my hand. A trig, he pointed out, that could be found on a wiry tree that had been above us. It was only then that I'd realized what had been going on- I had just been focused on my duty and allowing Venus to do as she will as I needed a helping hand to achieve my goal. I can't recall if we actually retrieved the package- I think we did- but we (myself, the man, the others I hadn't killed, and some others I'd just met) all loaded into various cars. I did noticed that some classic symbolism was at work: the cars we chased were black, the cars I and my allies were in were of the same model, but white. I also noticed that when I allowed myself to be in possession of Venus, I felt taller and my hair longer, but pulled back even if it wasn't. I was also broader.
When I woke up, I compared it to an experience I'd had running as a child. I beat out our classes' (and perhaps school's) best runner in a spontaneous race. The first time no one had believed what had just happened, and didn't think I should have beaten him. So we raced a second time and I lost by a fair distance. The first time, no one had told me I couldn't beat him, so I did. The second time, everyone told me I couldn't, I believed them, and so I didn't. Interesting things; no one told me that I couldn't shoot a man dead with Venus as my guide and no tangible weapon and so I did; no one told me I couldn't fell three men with one arrow, and so I did. I was never struck by a single arrow, and it felt not as if I was invincible, but as if I'd been wearing a golden and crimson armor placed on me and as tangible as the arrow and bows I shot with.
I'm not sure what else to say, other than I think Venus would like me to be her champion for a while, or at the very least join Eros as my center of worship. (Neither are above the Goddess, but sometimes one must go through other gods that are on a more personal level to achieve certain results). Just thought I'd share, and am open to other interpretations and thoughts! I'm off to research what Venus is known for, as in my dream she felt as if a goddess not necessarily of war, but of victory (my names sake), and of feminine (not to be confused with weak) mission achieving.
There was a first part to this dream, but I will jump into the part that involves Venus. A package was being passed between men in a secret society, and whatever was inside this package was so important that no one man of average or high rank was trusted to keep it. Instead, they'd receive it and drive it to the next location where it was to be transferred again and again until it reached a trusted place. I don't know what was inside, but I knew they were up to no good, or at least up to some misguided goal towards the greater good (think blowing up major cities to save countries, even if that's not exactly what they were doing).
So I ran out of the house I was in (someone had tried to clone myself and Mel and we'd put a stop to that) only to see a black car zoom out of my line of sight. I chased after it seemingly hopelessly, as it was already too far and I'd lost its "scent." But I started chanting "Venus, Venus, Venus" with each leap and all of the sudden I was at an incredible speed and could "see" scent petals of where the car had traveled! Very strange, but I was on the move and didn't dare question anything that would get me towards my goal. When I'd found the car, a bunch of others were there as this was a "check point" of sorts and the package was meant to be exchanged.
Everyone had bows and arrows (don't ask me why there were no guns for all the fancy technology!) and I had nothing around me. Instead, I grabbed a pint sized piece of wood (a third of a pencil in length), assumed the strongest position I could and made as if I was carrying a bow and arrow myself. I grabbed an arrow (not really) from behind me, set myself up, and shouted "Venus!" as I aimed and shot, felling each target until there was no one left that meant me harm. These things all happened in such a blur, but I later noticed that sometimes when I shouted Venus and aimed at one man, I would hit and down three. Other times I would mean for four and only kill one. I assume this indicated I was merely a vessel for Venus' bidding, and whom she meant to die died, and those who weren't a threat were spared. At face value it was like they were being killed by the wind itself- we couldn't see any astral, I just trusted that it was there and would continue. Soon I was surrounded by people and I twirled about restlessly, aiming my bow and arrow crafted from nothing (nothing but faith?) at them. I do recall wanting to shoot, but nothing came of it so Venus must not have agreed with me. Soon, when the last threat fell, these people held their own bows and arrows aside from them and fell to their knees to bow to me. I felt that was so odd, but I was pumped with adrenaline and spun instead to the one man who'd approached me with a curious look in his eye instead of fear or awe (much obliged! I prefer being treated as a person instead of a deity most times!).
Hmmm, how to describe him. He had slightly above shoulder length black hair that had an unkempt wave to it, and perhaps he was slightly greasy due to intense work without rest (either he had been fighting for long, or researching very hard). He had a slightly convex hawk nose, but it wasn't so long or extreme that he wasn't handsome, and his skin had a healthy inner glow-not too tan, not too pale- despite how weary it appeared. He dressed in a tunic, but modern pants that fit well. I'd guess him to be 25, but wear from whatever he'd done in his life coupled with his experience beyond his years made him appear just under 30. Over all he of average height for a man, tall for the average woman, and was lean and muscled without being wiry. If I had to describe him in one word it would be: professor. I don't recall what weapon he carried, but even he held a bow and arrow, they didn't suit him. He seemed more like the type to carry a sword or dagger, but prefer a quill pen.
When he first approached his hands were up and he said he meant me no harm. With the curious look in his eye, he asked me if I realized I had been shooting people with nothing but an interestingly shaped twig in my hand. A trig, he pointed out, that could be found on a wiry tree that had been above us. It was only then that I'd realized what had been going on- I had just been focused on my duty and allowing Venus to do as she will as I needed a helping hand to achieve my goal. I can't recall if we actually retrieved the package- I think we did- but we (myself, the man, the others I hadn't killed, and some others I'd just met) all loaded into various cars. I did noticed that some classic symbolism was at work: the cars we chased were black, the cars I and my allies were in were of the same model, but white. I also noticed that when I allowed myself to be in possession of Venus, I felt taller and my hair longer, but pulled back even if it wasn't. I was also broader.
When I woke up, I compared it to an experience I'd had running as a child. I beat out our classes' (and perhaps school's) best runner in a spontaneous race. The first time no one had believed what had just happened, and didn't think I should have beaten him. So we raced a second time and I lost by a fair distance. The first time, no one had told me I couldn't beat him, so I did. The second time, everyone told me I couldn't, I believed them, and so I didn't. Interesting things; no one told me that I couldn't shoot a man dead with Venus as my guide and no tangible weapon and so I did; no one told me I couldn't fell three men with one arrow, and so I did. I was never struck by a single arrow, and it felt not as if I was invincible, but as if I'd been wearing a golden and crimson armor placed on me and as tangible as the arrow and bows I shot with.
I'm not sure what else to say, other than I think Venus would like me to be her champion for a while, or at the very least join Eros as my center of worship. (Neither are above the Goddess, but sometimes one must go through other gods that are on a more personal level to achieve certain results). Just thought I'd share, and am open to other interpretations and thoughts! I'm off to research what Venus is known for, as in my dream she felt as if a goddess not necessarily of war, but of victory (my names sake), and of feminine (not to be confused with weak) mission achieving.