Dreaming in the Color of Voodoo

Another thing that i may be adding to my blog time nad again are the dreams I have at night. I want to do this mostly because I find most of my dreams incredibly strange, and others becasue I find them interesting at the same time. Last night's dream proves to fall into the interesting category most definitely.

THe dream starte dout in a strange location, in a house or cabin in the mdidle of the woods. Starting to sound abit like a horror movie backdrop, huh? Well, it was creeepy, but it wasn't night and we werne't stranded, thankfully. We means myself and my mother, whom I see most every day, despite not living with her anymore. FOr some reason she was distressed over something, I'm not entirely sure what, but her distress got worse when she found out a woman working at the house, a very voluptuous black woman, large in all areas, but extremely nice, made some sort of comment that she was a practitioner of Voodoo. SHe had a heavy accent as htough she was from Barbados, or someplace in that reegion (One of those Island Nations anyway...). My mom instnatly wanted her out of the house, because to her Voodoo is bad mojo, heh heh. Seriously though, she was vehemently wanting this nice woman out of our home for her religious beliefs, and yes I do believe the cabin was our new home, at least temporarily.

I attempted to diffuse the situation and talk to this nice woman alone away from mom. Because I myself am an Eclectic Pagan, and have a pretty open mind baout most other 'strange' religions. I was tlaking to her baout it, curious as i know nothing really about Voodoo. She more or less explained to me she wanted to perform a ritual, a voodoo ritual to cleanse the home of the bad mojo that had built up there, becasue something was causing the place to feel very restricted, and also was the source of mom's severe stress and anxiety. I agreed to help her, eager to participate and learn from the experience. We began gathering things, picking ritualistic garb to wear... it was all normal and fine, and two of the main colors that arise were a ery pretty royal purple and garnet red. They were very central to the ritual, and perhaps abit of forest green in there as well.

Well, somehow I ended up having to leave before the ritual could take place, and mom had to sit through it. She called me, upset nad distressed baout it, feeling it was worng, that it was dark, that she got bad feeligns baout what the woman was doing. I reassured her that there was no ill intent in what th ewoman was doing, it was jsut differnet to her to see somtehing done in a different language, something so strange, it seemed demonic to her, and not at all right.

All in all I woke up at some point as the phone rang, but the dream was still going. I'm not entirely sure what wa shappening, nor what the dream itself means, however, I suppose it links to wanting to educate mom on what being Pagan means, and not waht she thinks it is. Most of her information is inaccurate, and I'm not entirely sure she has the courage to look up th einformation on her own. She knows baout it, knows I'm into "Wicca" or "Witchcraft" as she comments, but she doesn't know what I believe, relaly, and tlaking baout it relaly isn't something I care to do. Primarily, I say that, because once I do she'll want to constnatly ask me things, nto a problem, but you guys don't know my mother... she's persistent, and annoying...

So, I've been researching a few books to get her to read on her own, getting her the information she needs, withotu needing to spell it all out for her.

HOpefully this dream isn't a bad omen, but who knows. I'll need to think about it more later. A strange one indeed, but something interesting just the same.

Love, Light and Blessings, until next time.