Skinning me

[MistressLex]

I was in a barren area, a stoney plateau in front of me stone beneath me, my hair was shorter, my body slumped over on all fours.
I can't tell If the thumping sound is my heart beat or drums.
My nerves are on fire, I feel the taste of metal in my mouth, the desire to cry.
I feel it then, a sharp object, the blood trailing down my arm sliding towards and pooling between my fingers.
I feel the stinging/throbbing of the wound after a moment, then I the perpetrator, drops a piece of flesh the length of my shoulder to my elbows on the ground in front of my face.
The sun high above me the wind stinging my wound as it glides over me.
The face in my blood changes and now another person steps another piece of flesh from me.
And another, under im dizzy and sick and my back is skinless and my blood is now a shallow pond beneath me.
My sweat and tears mix with it.
I collapse into the puddle alive but on egde, only able to see the feet of those that have done this to me.
I watch the sky in the pool of blood I'm laying in.

the feeling of bile and vomit rising is what woke me.

 

[Harvey]

This is how I read it

I was in a barren area, a stoney plateau in front of me, stone beneath me:
without any protection in the dessert, The Valley Of The Death.

My hair was shorter: > already cut off my strength because of my own choices and actions, just like Samson!
My body slumped over on all fours: > reduced to an animal!

I can't tell If the thumping sound is my heart beat or the sound of drums (at this stage you are feeling intuitively that it is getting serious)

My nerves are on fire, I feel the taste of metal (iron, the taste of blood) in my mouth, the desire to cry (This is the moment the high priest representing The Devil, The Death, speaking out the abracadabra binding you to his House in the occultic ceremony called the ' marriage'. The spiritual result:

I feel it then, a sharp object, the blood trailing down my arm sliding towards and pooling between my fingers. I feel the stinging,

then I, the perpetrator (You yourself are complicit inflicting it to yourself as a result of your behaviour, ... your choices!), drops a piece of flesh the length of my shoulder to my elbows on the ground in front of my face. : you see it in plain sight but you reject to face It/ acknowledge it (= what you are inflicting yourself. this is a little bit weird in this context; in front of my face <> in plain sight).

The sun high above me (you are in The dessert, The spiritual Valley Of Death, all alone without your Protector, because of your own choise),

the 'wind' (in many cultures referring to the spirit, good or bad, good or evel, angel, demon) stinging my wound (... of course taking advantage of what you yourself have inflicted to yourself) as it glides over me (... taking possession over you!).

The face (that you see reflected in the pool of blood) in my blood changes and now another person steps = of cours:

another person steps in and stabbs another piece of flesh from me.

... and after that person another one doing the same, ..., all the members (under =) , as a result i'm dizzy and sick and my back is now skinless and my blood is a shallow pond beneath me.

Alltogether This Above Is The Spiritual Discription Of The Initiation Ritual Of An Evel Cult: The Spiritual Reflection Of The Admission Ritual you had undergone in real live becomming member of the club but not experienced as such cruel!

You are now member of the house of The Death, The Devel ... whitout knowing?

My sweat and tears mix with it ...

Alltogether the result of your behaviour is blood, sweat and tears:

you are suffering

I collapse into the puddle alive but on edge(= you are now dead man living: alive but spiritually dead) only able to see the feet of those that have done this to me (that's true: you are wandering in darkness unable to see the real spiritual faces of your friends, 'brother and sisters' witches/wizzards of that cult and others.

I watch the sky in the pool of blood I'm laying in: This is the mirror your Soul/ God, your Legitimate Spiritual Partner, the autor of this nightvision is holding in front of you loking down from heaven on you letting you now what is going on.

the feeling of bile and vomit rising is what woke me:

Waking up the moment Your Soul, The Guerillero was retreating to the distance, now waiting, prepared to come and fight for you liberating you from the claws of The Devil, ... if you would wish to.

 

[MistressLex]

I do love a good religious interpretation.
Thank you for your input Harvey, I find some very helpful things in your dream review. I appreciate your unique perspectives and analysis it truly does help me think putside the box in regsrds to things like this.

 

[Harvey]

It is the literally psyco-logical translation, not a religious interpretation! Almost sentence by sentence what you have dreamt.

 

[MistressLex]

It is the literally psyco-logical translation, not a religious interpretation! Almost sentence by sentence what you have dreamt.

I apologize, I read it as religious because of the reference to God and spirit/soul. But needless to say I am still very great for to you sharing your translation of it. 😀

 

[Harvey]

Yes I believe in the Creator and for me He alone is God. I considder myself spiritual because there is no body between me and Him. I am not member of a Church. The Bible is for me indeed an important religious book, that's all.

Dream explanation is a serious matter for me. I don't play. And I don't speculate. Everybody that has some brains and is interested can follow the psycho-logica to a certain point.

I am not a fortuneteller. Because fortunetellers tell poeple what they want to hear for money.
I have taken the risk that you could get mad at me. But I had written it down anyway because it's a serious thing if it were true isn't it? And I considder it my duty to tell you the truth. Consider that and communicate with me if you want to know more or else see it just as my input.The conclusion of this dream is consistent with your various other dreams. And the Devil, the spider who had promised you that he would come back for you, has indeed come back and poach you from your Soul and God. Your cat represents your Soul in that dream.You sad you were 16 at that time. I think you were born around 1986.

 

[MistressLex]

I was indeed born close to that time frame.
And I'll never get mad at someone sharing there thoughts and feelings and being truthful to themselves or others. So long as the intention is kind and considerate. I respect people who attempt to be helpful
Feel free to express honestly with me.
I don't post a lot of my dreams. I dream frequently, some good some bad, many things are related to my struggles and things with my everyday life...as I have a lot going on.
But I do dream most nights some inlose quickly on waking others like the more nightmarish kind I can write down or recall more strongly.
It depends