In a classroom, a group of about 8 students sitting
on the floor around the teacher sitting on the stool. She’s given out
Oracle cards, one per student, and has us read the meaning. Then she
passes around another card, and has us connect the two cards meanings.
The first card I received is Night’s ___ [cannot remember], and the
common card is Night’s Witch. Night’s ___ always wears blue, and is of
sky and tempest and star; Night’s Witch never wears red, is of copper
and silver (alchemical associations of beauty and purity respectively,
and both are considered feminine) and blood. [Retrospectively, it makes
more sense to my logical brain to have the one named Night and the other
named Witch, and even in the dream I was confused as to why there were
two cards of the night] I drew them together saying that they are very
similar but fundamentally different, and that they could be snapshots in
time (past and present, present and future), outcomes of a choice, or
people in your life (as not even the court cards cover all aspects),
concluding that I could not tell for certain- “But you would know”, the
teacher says, wearing the body of my old high school English teacher but
having the voice of the moon (smooth and cool and uniquely feminine,
with a timbre of amusement).
She
then passes around a book, and has all read bits of the following fairy
tale… [Which I experience as the boy, even afterwards, as he was a
ghost]
Once
upon a time, two best friends went wandering in the forest. The elder
girl wore a dress of cotton, while the younger boy wore a suit of silk.
While they were playing. the boy saw a pretty little silkworm, and he
was so enamored by it he caught it and tied it around his beltloop. His
friend was upset by this and kept asking him to set it free, but he
refused. The next thing he knew, he was laying naked in the grass, and a
butterfly flew out of a cocoon woven into the tree in front of him,
right in sight. Amazed by this apparent miracle, he ran back to town to
tell them of it. But when he arrives, the townsfolk instantly gather
around and stone him to death.
Wait,
what? By fairy tale logic, the pretty little silkworm wove it’s cocoon
by the silk he was wearing. Though you may have noticed that he never
questioned why he woke up in the grass, nor where his friend was to be
found; or indeed, why she was so upset at his capture of the silkworm.
See,
the girl was trying to save his life. She knocked him over the head so
she could remove his pants, and then stole the rest of his suit so he
wouldn’t suspect. She ran the silkworm over to the village healer, but
alas it had already died. She convinced the mayor of her innocence, but
maintained that it twas a stranger who has done this… then the boy
showed up and all knew his crime. She kept the little silkworm until it
started to rot, and when she went to bury it, the silkworm left a dark
stain on her fingers that never went away for the rest of her days. At
the end of it all, “He got his, and she got hers”.
I
hand the book back to the teacher, and say the moral is to not disturb
what isn’t yours, whilst the others say things like greed and justice
and guilt. Teacher simply smiles at me, as if she thinks I only got half
the point.
Not sure if that dream happened because my sleep schedule was completely fucked up… See, I slept til 1800 Saturday, stayed up all night, grabbed breakfast with a friend and then crashed at his place at 1100, slept til 1500, made my way back home and promptly crashed again. Then I woke up a 0200 Monday, decided to try and sleep again, ended up tossing and turning enough that I thought I never slept at all until I woke up with that dream in my head XD.
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