In my previous post, I outlined numerous examples from Jewish scripture about the magic of dreams. Today I build on that research as well as my general witchcraft practice to present a Jewitch’s guide to inducing meaningful dreams, dealing with nightmares, and interpreting dreams. (more…)
This is the first of a two-part post exploring how to pull from my Jewish roots to make working with dreams a bigger part of my witchcraft practice. This first post will focus on examples of the belief that dreams hold significant spiritual meaning and of dream interpretations in Jewish tradition. My second post will focus on specific practices I use to induce or interpret dreams. (more…)
hello! i’m a bisexual, neurodivergent, white-passing native american who’s currently sixteen years old and unemployed. i’m an eclectic and solitary witch who follows an undecided path but does practice divination. i’m in an abusive and toxic situation where my religion and sexuality is denied, shamed, and unaccepted. i’m struggling finically and i have mental as well as physical health issues. i’ve been diagnosed with anorexia nervosa disorder, borderline personality disorder, generalized anxiety disorder, major depressive disorder, obsessive compulsive disorder, post traumatic stress disorder, and more. (message me for details!) my goal is to leave my unhealthy household by april of next year.
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hello! i’m a bisexual, neurodivergent, white-passing native american who’s currently sixteen years old and unemployed. i’m an eclectic and solitary witch who follows an undecided path but does practice divination. i’m in an abusive and toxic situation where my religion and sexuality is denied, shamed, and unaccepted. i’m struggling finically and i have mental as well as physical health issues. i’ve been diagnosed with anorexia nervosa disorder, borderline personality disorder, generalized anxiety disorder, major depressive disorder, obsessive compulsive disorder, post traumatic stress disorder, and more. (message me for details!) my goal is to leave my unhealthy household by april of next year.
i know there’s thousands of posts like this and i know mine won’t make it big because i have a humble three hundred and five followers but i need help. i’m offering multiple forms of divination as a way to earn money. prices ARE negotiable. blessed be and boost this if you can! these are the services i’m currently offering…
✨candle flame readings
✨dream interpretations
✨horoscope readings
✨pendulum readings
✨sigil making
✨spell casting and writing
to view my prices and rules, check out my services page. to request any of my services, send me a message. to leave a review, use my submission box. for questions, send me an ask.
hello! i’m a bisexual, neurodivergent, white-passing native american who’s currently sixteen years old and unemployed. i’m an eclectic and solitary witch who follows an undecided path but does practice divination. i’m in an abusive and toxic situation where my religion and sexuality is denied, shamed, and unaccepted. i’m struggling finically and i have mental as well as physical health issues. i’ve been diagnosed with anorexia nervosa disorder, borderline personality disorder, generalized anxiety disorder, major depressive disorder, obsessive compulsive disorder, post traumatic stress disorder, and more. (message me for details!) my goal is to leave my unhealthy household by april of next year.
i know there’s thousands of posts like this and i know mine won’t make it big because i have a humble three hundred and five followers but i need help. i’m offering multiple forms of divination as a way to earn money. prices ARE negotiable. blessed be and boost this if you can! these are the services i’m currently offering…
✨candle flame readings
✨dream interpretations
✨horoscope readings
✨pendulum readings
✨sigil making
✨spell casting and writing
to view my prices and rules, check out my services page. to request any of my services, send me a message. to leave a review, use my submission box. for questions, send me an ask.
Sivan is a month of “receiving” and prophecy, and the Talmud says that a dream is 1/60 part of prophecy. ⠀
My dreams have been very active the past few weeks. ⠀
It seems like it may be time to start dream journaling again to give them the respect they are requesting and do my best to full receive the messages the Divine is trying to impart.⠀
If you don’t know about Vanessa Ochs’ fabulous book, “The Jewish Dream Book” - it’s so worth checking out. She not only unpacks Jewish dream practices, but also uses those historical practices to weave new ways of Jewish dreamwork. ⠀
Maybe I’ll write out this new blessing she crafted and set it on my altar with the Neviah offering card, and a clear quartz and amethyst.⠀
Blessed is the Source ⠀ of all illumination and all wisdom, ⠀ who guides us in using the knowledge ⠀ we have acquired in our dreams ⠀ for sacred purposes.⠀ ~Vanessa Ochs⠀
And of course, if you’d like to make my dream of publishing the Eht/Aht: a Netivot Wisdom Oracle deck happen – it’s funding on Kickstarter now.
Also, thanks to @whumpcereal for this idea. I was struggling with this prompt. LOL!
Mask | Nightmare | Pliers
Ben stared up at the terrifying mask. Ben was fastened to an inclined table and stripped down to his boxers, this was the stuff of his nightmares. Was this a nightmare? And the face on the mask… Ben shuddered at the twisted, carved form of a corpse face looking down on him.
“Now little Benjamin, let’s find out what you’re made of, shall we?”
Ben strained helplessly as his mouth was forced open – open so wide he could feel his jaw ache and click. Ben’s eyes widened in terror as a pair of pliers descended towards his open mouth. They clamped around one of his teeth and started to tug. Ben’s eyes watered and he wanted to scream, but no sound came from his mouth.
Ben jerked awake in the dark. The sound of the chains rattling set his teeth on edge and reminded him where he was – that and the fact that he was warm. The only time he was warm was when he was in his bed. He was curled up as much as the chains on his wrists and ankles would allow, Volkov spooned around him, limbs tangled with his own. Ben hated that he reveled in the warmth.
Volkov knew exactly what he was doing when he’d chained him to that cross outside. He’d brought him back here to his bed and wrapped him in blankets. He’d explained that the only way he got a blanket, or a pillow, was when he was with him. When Ben chose to be with him.
He’d made him ask - made him beg. Ben had sworn he wouldn’t at first, but he was so cold in his cage and it was always so warm in Volkov’s bed. It was the one reprieve to the disgusting things that happened to him here, to the things he made Ben do here.
“Malyshka? Did you have a bad dream, my little kitten?” Volkov’s voice was thick with sleep, his Russian accent gruffer as a result.
“N-no, I’m, I’m, I’m sorry I woke you, you, sir,” Ben said quietly. He could feel Volkov’s erection pressing against his back and god, he hoped that the mad Russian would just go back to sleep.
“No, tell me, my darling. You can tell me anything,” Volkov’s voice was soft and questioning. Ben knew not to trust it.
“I-it’s fine. Go back to sleep. It was, was n-nothing.”
“Tell me, Malyshka.”
Ben could hear the command in Volkov’s voice. He huffed out a breath and slowly, reluctantly, recounted what he could of the terrifying dream. As if anyone needed to tell him who the man in the mask was. It was either Volkov or Dmitri, the two men who had hurt him the most over the last few months. Maybe Ilya as well.
“Let me see… my Babushka used to interpret dreams.” He was thoughtful for a moment. Ben hoped desperately that he’d fallen back asleep, but of course, no such luck. “Maybe this man in the mask represents that you do not know who you can trust. Perhaps you are worried about who might be hiding, lurking behind a mask to hurt you. Like your brother, kitten, he was behind a mask all along, wasn’t he?”
Don’t fucking talk about Jake! Ben wanted to scream. His brother made some mistakes, he wasn’t a monster, not like the man who had Ben chained in his bed.
Ben nodded his head obediently. Perhaps if he just went along, they could go back to sleep.
Volkov continued with his farcical dream interpretation. “Losing your teeth could be kin to you losing control. And we certainly both know you have none of that around here, do you my little scholar?”
“N-no, sir,” Ben said, barely above a whisper. He swallowed hard as Volkov’s hand drifted from his hip and down around to cup him between his legs.
Volkov stroked Ben with one hand while he turns the boy’s face with his other towards him. His mouth was on Ben’s, tongue demanding and receiving entry. Ben knew not to fight it. Maybe Volkov would be quick. Volkov pulled away.
“The only interest I’d have in taking your teeth would be if you forgot yourself while you’re performing for me. We have found some great uses for that tongue of yours, haven’t we?”
Ben closed his eyes in the dark of the room. “Y-y-yes… Yes, sir.”
“Now, forcing your mouth open…” Volkov reached behind him to the bedside table for the conveniently located ring gag. “I think we can arrange that. Open up, little scholar.”
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So my friend thinks he had a dream about a goddess. In his dream he saw a bright light come from his hallway. He walked down the hallway and when he got to the end, she offered her hand to him. All he could remember is she was surrounded by cats. He did a Google search and think he dreamed of the Egyptian goddess, Bast or Bastette. What could this mean?
I really wish I was good at interpreting dreams because I keep having extremely vivid ones. If someone could yet again help me interpret a dream, it would be greatly appreciated. In the dream my boyfriend and I were driving around an unfamiliar neighborhood. We stopped when we saw this big beautiful house. We asked one of neighbors if it was for sale and they said yes. We decided to check out the house for ourselves. We walked around the inside and checked out every single room. I remember seeing two full bathrooms, the master bedroom, a second bedroom, the basement, and the dining area. When we were done looking we went to the dining and area and discussed buying it. There was suddenly another person there who seemed to be selling the house and she told us what the monthly mortgage was. It was slightly higher than the rent we’re paying at our apartment now. So we discussed whether or not we could afford the higher rent. I was excited about the house until we started discussing money. That’s all I remember. Any idea what it could mean?
OK so I used to have a crush on this guy years ago during a brief time my boyfriend and I were broken up. We got back together and I haven’t seen him since, nor have I felt anything for him. I started working for the same company him and my boyfriend work for almost a year ago. He comes in frequently. We casually talk when he comes in, but nothing serious. The last couple of week I’ve had dreams about him every single night. Sometimes him and I are dating sometimes not. This started about the same time I started keeping a moon stone on my headboard. Any idea what they could mean?
I don’t usually remember my dreams, but this one is significant because it’s a variation on one I’ve had before - one I used to have a lot.
As a child, I used to dream regularly about getting chased through what I can only describe as an old castle. One of the curious features of the dream was that I couldn’t touch the floor, and I had to keep jumping from wall to wall, and if I slowed down, I would fall, and whoever was chasing me would catch me.
In last night’s dream, I was being chased, and I knew that slowing down would lead to terrible consequences - but I was with other people. We were collectively trying to escape something - and the people with me kept getting lost, or taken.
As an adult, someone explained to me that dreams about being chased are generally a symptom of anxiety, specifically around unmet expectations or deadlines. And as I was marinating this morning in half-dread and wondering why I can’t sleep past 4 am, I had a thought that now that I’m in charge of people, it’s not just me I have anxiety over - it’s losing them.
A dear friend of mine has shared with me a dream that has recurred in his life inconsistently for over 35 years. I was fascinated by it when we discussed it, and he’s become interested in my services of interpretation. With his permission, I’ve decided to share it on the chance that someone else may experience similar elements within their dreams and could find value from an interpretation:
I’m 73 now and the dream has come and gone since my late 30s. It always starts the same. It’s nighttime and I’m outside a dilapidated old house. It’s very large and looming and old and sad. I don’t dwell on the outside much but rather I go inside. I’m in first-person perspective like my view is as a camera. All I do is slowly look around the house. The inside matches the outside. It’s largely empty, dusty, old, and it’s like no one has been in it for a long, long time.
The house is big, but there’s nothing particular to look at, yet I slowly take my time going through each mostly-empty room. A lot of times I move to go upstairs and that’s when I will wake up. Sometimes, not always, I will make it up the stairs and down the hall. A few times I will make it through a few somewhat empty bedrooms upstairs, but this rarely ever happens.
Through the dream, and especially as I go up the stairs, I feel a sense of anticipation. Perhaps even expectation. For a long time, I thought the house was just a random house, but a year or so ago I realized that in my dream, whether it was accurate or not, I was in my aunt’s house. She passed when I was much younger. —Grey Wanderer
My dear friend, Grey Wanderer, Recurring dreams fascinate me especially because I’ve not experienced one for myself yet. I believe it’s the easiest part of this interpretation: as this dream experience happens time and time again, whatever dwells within you that’s creating the dream becomes more prominent and rises to the top. There’s a recurring element that creates this same experience for you throughout your life and it lies somewhere in the context of the dream.
To dream of a house is an expression of one’s self or one’s soul. Different places within a house or a home can represent different aspects of the body, the self, or one’s life. In this case, I believe the importance is in the house as a whole.
Usually my first question regarding dreams about houses are the condition of the house. In your case the house is already old, but beyond that it seems like it’s been abandoned, forgotten. This can sometimes be a manifestation of our old beliefs, our old selves, or our old ideals. It can even be an indication of old memories. Almost as if your inner self searches around for these old emotions/memories, but only dusty, tattered remnants are left behind. The emptiness of the house leads me to feel that these memories/ideas/feelings were a part of yourself that are no longer truly there in your present day-to-day life.
I feel it’s difficult to say if there is significance in whether you make it upstairs or not, as the upstairs of the house is in similar condition to the downstairs and there’s no significant change in tone of the dream. So instead let’s focus on the emotions you describe. Anticipation, expectation—these emotions lend themselves to the experience of searching for something. At this point it’s worth asking, do you have any idea what old part of yourself or old memory you may be looking for? Yearning for?
Finally, getting to the very end of your message, it was like the final piece of a puzzle clicking into place. Your late aunt’s home is the home you’re searching through, but it’s been empty for a long time. I have no doubt that there are a multitude of memories you carry surrounding her. The passing of a loved one can be difficult even if that passing is considered peaceful.
Even if you don’t feel that the memory of this loss was traumatizing to you, it makes sense that this experience was still a formidable one. Every human being experiences loss, and it’s always meaningful in some way. I wonder if within these dreams there is a yearning or a sense of desire for this nostalgia? The memories of her and who you were before this big loss? I’m thinking that since these dreams are not destressing for you, it’s merely a very succinct way for yourself to express these urges and feelings.
I sincerely hope that from my interpretation you’ve found some meaning and have been aided in looking inward to discover more of yourself! Thank you so much for sharing.
In this dream it was also Easter Sunday. I dont like church, don’t like nothing to do with it except the singing I don’t go unless I’m forced, so this dream is already off to a weird start. Instead of being bored and sitting around I get the desire to go to church. Not my home church or a small church I want to see the happenings on Easter hats, suits, and dresses. First one but it was too small and filled, plus their entrance was in the front. So I dipped before anyone could see me.
The next church it’s bigger I’ve been there before. It’s an amalgamation of church’s I’ve been to. It’s a small mega church. They have open seats in the back on the side I come in on but it’s too empty so I walk to the other side and take up the small last bench still not close enough to the churchgoers to be anonymous so I move up and an maybe one semi-empty pew behind the major crowd. I’m late the pastor (Bishop Eddie Long, with the Jheri curl) is in the middle of his sermon. I just sit listening, when I’m approached by someone smiling offering me all kinds of stuff, food, books, pamphlets, etc. in grocery bags as a welcome. I try to refuse but they won’t go so I keep it. They go away. I begin a light panic as I’m trying to follow along with the scripture, but I’ve forgotten the order of books, so soon as I find the verse he’s on to the next and I’m back surfing. I get bored of the sermon (like in real life) so I pull out my phone, not to use but just in case I want to surf Twitter, setting it beside me the screen is on playing a video. Instead of cutting if off I just let it play but I cut the volume to nil so I can just look at it occasionally. As I’m doing this they stand. I’m still sitting. I look up to see a guy with a very creepy smile smiling at me he then begins shaking his head, slowly, smile still on. He can see my phone over the pew, he was like 2 rows ahead. They sit back down and the Bishop continues, a smiling mid 40-50s aged woman comes over and asks me to cut off my phone. I’m trying to tell her I am when she reaches for it a minor tustle ensues, smile never fades eye contact unbroken. I get her off me. The churchgoers around me are unphased. A smiling Mother approaches and she too tries to take my phone. I fight her off. Nothing dramatic just pulliing and whisperd arguing. After that I’m ready to go but I don’t.
A short time later, someone smiling comes to me offering new member forms I refuse them. They say, “Okay, here comes [name forgotten] you’ll like their papers more.” I nod uncomfortably with a closed mouth smile. So and so is coming from the front I can see her walking across from the choirstand. She has a sort of Sammy Davis Jr, my back hurts kind of jaunty walk. She gets to me hands me two lottery ticket like flyers to fill out. I begin to fill one out and realize it’s a choir job. I laugh and tell her I don’t need that. She creepily laugh agrees and takes it. The other, a job application for something not to do with church. It’s very weird, I fill it out anyway. She does the scratch off portion before handing me back the form with the bottom missing. Nothing ever come of it.
Finally, it’s benediction time! I stand. For some reason there are a couple false starts. A guy I can’t tell if he came from the pulpit or the pews, begins realizes he messed up, pulls his collar clears his throat say, “Whoops, that’s not it”. He starts again, this time the bishop interrupts going to his lectern he gives the man a look, the man nervously leaves the pulpit. Bishop does the benediction but it’s not a prayer. The church just harmonizes “Amen” (iykyk).
Ready to leave, grocery bags in hand I head for the door. Now located at the front (dream architecture). As I’m leaving I see a bishop from my churches sister church. We say hello. But he’s different, smiling creepily, he is also a bishop at his own church and has a reputation for wanting to be the only one in charge so why is he here and during an Easter morning service, no less? He invites me to dine with them. Uneasy, I lie telling him I can’t because I must meet my family for Easter dinner. Before I pass him he says. “They’re buffet style. We’re table and plate style people” (I kinda of know what he’s implying, but also what the hell does that mean?) During the service I could see white tableclothed tables with small vases with a singular red flower. I get past him and am heading toward the exit when again dream architecture takes over and it’s through a cafeteria. Imagine a darker kitschy foodlife in Chicago’s Water Tower Place. As I’m going trying not to get distracted by the abundance of choice and people getting their Easter dinners or chefs much too happy behind wallof of streaming glass. I spot my mother. What’s weird is she told me she was going to church, definitely not this one, so I take a picture of her and text her, ‘I thought you were going to [church name]“, with the photo attached. I’m concerned because she looks like her normal self, but is wearing one of those creepy smiles, I can see it reflected in the glass window as she’s "buying” her food. I make it out I put the bags in my car. For some reason I decide to check out the cafeteria. I re-enter and stop by a dessert stand closest to the door. It’s “closed” all the lights are on but dim, desserts are on display but no one’s behind the counter or in line. I continue to look at the beautiful sweets on display when I decide to by some to take home. As I’m eyeing the case I bump into one of those life-size French chef statues, I finally perk up to see I entered at the exit side and the start of the line is roped off with a chalk board sign not reading closed but a list of desserts. I turn to leave but there behind the once barren counter is the real French chef standing silent watching me creepy smile on display. I begin to apologize for my intrusion. He begins speaking but I never hear what he says or find out if my mother’s been converted to this creepy cult. I tried to stay asleep but I had to pee.
It’s one of those dreams I hope to have again to discover more about.
To see a fairy in your dream indicates that you are in search of some help or advice for a problem or decision, but may not want to directly admit you need help. In particular, if the fairy is evil, then it suggests that an aspect of yourself needs to be set free. The fairy is also symbolic of your soul and the feminine aspects of yourself.
Two days after my previous post I had yet another dream. Not as intricate or specific as the other dream, but still a little confusing.
Las Vegas was the setting. The ultimate goal in the dream was for me to find my friend Will and meet up with him. He was in town for some CBD convention (which he actually does in real life haha). All I could remember…
I had the weirdest dream last night. Excuse my poor grammar because I jotted this down as fast as possible this morning.
I was in San Francisco with my dad and Bojan and Luka. Now I don’t really remember the beginning of the dream but I had been talking to this guy online and we were supposed to meet up eventually for a date. I’m not sure if me and Bojan were separated and/or if he was aware of…
The cruise ship in your dream represents leisure and a good life. As such, being on board this cruise ship represents your ambitions and the lifestyle you want to lead. Perhaps you are already on track to getting what you want. However, the Russian ship represents a rival or anything you deem as a threat or obstacle to achieving your dreams or getting your desired lifestyle.
Something could go wrong which would sabotage a great opportunity and your career would not pan out. The ferry then refers to a period of transition or transformation or maybe your Plan B. You may have to reevaluate your goals and life plans because your initial goals may be impractical at the moment.
