Archive for June, 2012

Wyvern and the Butterfly

Wyvern and the Giant Butterfly

May 16th 2012

I found myself in Wyvern’s bedroom sitting on the right hand side edge of his bed, it was dark as though the room was in a basement. It seemed to be longer than it was wide. Wyvern was playing with a giant black butterfly, the markings on it were silver with shades of blue/indigo[1][2].

I climbed into bed as he was playing with the butterfly, he placed it at the bottom of his bed between his feet and we slept. When I awoke Wyvern seemed to be panicking, he had lost the butterfly. I rolled out of bed to a sitting position hoping neither of us has rolled onto it in our sleep. The next thing I hear is a roar of anger from Wyvern…


We were in the living room of my old house now, I was sat between the sofa (which my mother was sat on) and the chair (which Wyvern was sat on.) Wyvern was asking why he didn’t see it coming, why he let it happen. I kept trying to answer him, but the words wouldn’t form in my mouth, it was like a cross between a severe stammer and a mental inability to speak the words, as though some mystical power didn’t want me to answer it.

Eventually I manage to say that it was because he had shut himself down to protect himself. Something to do with the after effects of an earthquake. I felt, but was unable to say, that there were some strong spiritual sensations revolving around the earthquake. [The best way to explain the feelings would be to say, it was like a form of extra sensory perception, but the earthquake made/would make everyone more sensitive, so those who could feel it normally would be overloaded by the sensations.] I was unable to determine, whether this earthquake was something that had happened or was about to. As Wyvern understood what I was trying to say he had a moment of clarity and the dream ended.



[1] After a quick google search I found this. it appears to be exactly like this photo, except the white markings were bright silver and the bluish colour in the lower centre were much more vivid.

[2] The imagery of a butterfly in a dream relates to the freed soul and immortality. There is no need for the soul to be trapped by the physical body. To me it would suggest that losing the butterfly means if you aren’t open at the time, an opportunity maybe lost/missed.


House Guest

House Guest

3rd June 2012

I found myself walking down Lightcliffe Road, I was with a group of people. I recognised Jessica, Stephan and my father who was a little ahead. I didn’t recognise the other male or female. My father was holding my violin and bow and started to try and play it. I was annoyed and yelled at him to stop before taking it off him.

As we rounded the corner there were three people in the road playing with what appeared to be bow and arrows. One of them fired in the direction we had come. I ignored them and kept walking. Somewhere Jessica and the others vanished leaving only Stephan with me. We continued down the road to my house.


We were climbing the stairs, and I looked back. The front door was in the wrong place, it was on the side wall [in reality that would have lead into the front room] I warned Stephan to hold his breath in case my step-brother had his door open because he really stinks.

He pushed passed me and up the stairs, saying something about being right he does stink. He started to turn left at the top then went right. I told him he doesn’t want to go THAT way. I grab him and turn him back the other way pushing him into my room. My room looks different. The wall paper is blue and the bed is not in front of the door as it normally would be.