Researching Dream Councils

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Dream is armed with all this new information and she takes it to the Private Collection at the University. She needs to hit the Occult section. That is where she might find some leads. She got a pass from the Dean of Students for a little research. She finds herself a table and gets out a new spiral journal and a pen. She moves to the section on dreams and anything related to them. She pulls a couple of books and sits down for a very long day. There has to be something on them if they truly do exist. She stacks the books on the table and takes the first one and starts to go through them. She does not find anything in the first three or four hundred pages. Then here is a symbol of a moon and a sun. It is not as an Eclipse. It is said to mark the Elders of the Realms of Dreams. There are only 13 at any given time. Not two Councils but one. Maybe up of both light and dark dreamwalkers.

“I am sure what to believe. I need a way to sort the facts from the lies. There has got to be more to this story. “

Dreams looks for journals or any personal papers that can tell her anything about this hierarchy of the Dream Realms. The think is she is not sure where to look next. It is not like there is a Dream Library. She rolls her eyes cause the last time she said that it turned out there was a Dream Council. She is not sure who to turn to, to ask for help. It is not like anyone she told would believe her in the first place. Kind of a solo job when it comes to taking a walk through someone else’s dreams and even your own. She makes some notes in her journal to post on a few message boards and other online walls if there is any legends and/or mythology about the Dream Realms. So that she can see what those that came before her left behind her as knowledge to be gained.

She does not like being alone in this if there are others out there that are dealing with it as well. She will have someone maybe to answer her questions or just to tell her that she is not losing her mind in all of the realm travels. She puts the books back and leaves the place the way she find it. Deciding she is going to need food and time to come up with another plan.

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Dream Artemis Blake

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I am Dream Artemis Blake. I may appear to be a normal girl. But I feel that I am different. I am what the magick world calls a Dreamwalker or even a Dreamweaver. I don’t always have control of it, but I have been on a few adventures. Sometimes it talks a lot out of me. That is the downside to be a college student. I have to find time for school, work and my magickal talents. I thought maybe it would help a little if I shared a some of my experiences here with the world. Most say they don’t remember their dreams. Not only do I remember them, but I have some control over what takes place in them. One thing I don’t always have control of is where I end up.

I know that might come off as a bit strange, but all I can say is welcome to my world. It is a bit tiresome, but that is how it goes. I have to get used to it. Each new dream is an adventure and not all of them go the way I want them too. I would like to know if dreams are really dreams at all or little trips to other realms that the soul takes. I hope to learn that as my journeys continue. Thank you for taking the time to meet me.

 

 

 

Writing Letter?

I know with the invention of email, cell phones, and texting or even video chatting the writing of letters long hand is becoming a dying art. I love getting letters in the mail. I don’t get as many as I used to. I had all kind of stationery and pens. Stickers and confetti. I would put them in the envelope and hope to bring joy to the person that I was sending it to. I can recall times when I would sit the table in the kitchen watching the field and write long long letters of what is going on in my life to a friend miles and miles off. Just so that we would not forget the moments we share. Even it is just a little note in a holiday care or even a birthday card.

I even remember I had this rose stamp that I would use to seal the letter closed. It was blue or purple. I have the labels with my address on them as well. I was writing a lot more letters about then. I got the labels as a gift from my aunt who worked at a print shop. It was one of the best gifts. She even made me stationery with dragons on it. I did not mind that ink on my hands. I don’t mind that at all. I like putting pen or pencil to the page and just letting go with all that is inside. Plus opening letters is little an adventure or treasure. One never know what is going to be inside until you open it and follow the lines down the page or better yet pages. That is if you are lucky to get one of this long long letters.  I miss it dearly. I think I will have to get back into that letter writing.

Fayte

ps. Tell me if you miss this art as well?