I have mentioned in previous posts that I am a dreamer – both literally and figuratively. I can dream my day away, making up stories and living in the joy of them, as well as often having vivid dreams deep in the night.
I have had / keep having recurring dreams. One of them I’ve had since I was a young girl. I have died twice in my dreams (even though the method of my dying was not pleasant, the last moments were very peaceful). After my second death my first recurring dream ended and a new one began. I also have repeat visitors, like the miniature snow owl that I mentioned a few weeks ago.
Wednesday morning I woke up from a very strange dream. Like everyone, I don’t remember much, but certain images/words stick. I woke up with the image of two big feet, almost clay like, descending down on me from high up in the sky. There is a name that is very strong in my mind: Prometheus.
So when I got out of bed, I went directly online to do some research while the name was still fresh. I wanted to know who this man was, and even more importantly, what could he signify and mean? Now let me state that nothing has occurred in my life that has anything do to with Greek mythology. I haven’t studied nor heard the name Prometheus probably since elementary school.
The first two paragraphs in Wikipedia states:
“Prometheus (Greek: Προμηθεύς) is a Titan, culture hero, and trickster figure who, in Greek mythology, is credited with the creation of man from clay and the theft of fire for human use, an act that enabled progress and civilization. He is known for his intelligence, and as a champion of humanity.
The punishment of Prometheus as a consequence of the theft is a major theme of his mythology, and is a popular subject of both ancient and modern art. Zeus, king of the Olympian gods, sentenced the Titan to eternal torment for his transgression. The immortal Prometheus was bound to a rock, where each day an eagle, the emblem of Zeus, was sent to feed on his liver, only to have it grow back to be eaten again the next day. In some stories, Prometheus is freed at last by thehero Heracles (Hercules).”
Ok, so now I sit at the computer a bit stunned. The two feet descending down – could it be Zeus? If that is the case, then I must be Prometheus. That sort of made sense as I must have somehow heard or knew my name in the dream. Plus, I felt that I woke up as something unpleasant was going to occur. Getting your liver eaten by an eagle is a good enough reason to wake up.
So, what’s the meaning of the dream? I could be very logical and say that since I had pottery class that morning my subconscious thought about clay and somehow knew that Prometheus created man from clay. I think I’ll reflect more on the following sentence in which he is known for his intelligence, and as a champion of humanity. I like that interpretation. And to confirm that – the frequent visitor the owl? He symbolizes wisdom as well.
So now I think I am either very wise, or I have a whole lot more to learning to do. I’m thinking it’s the latter – but let’s see what the gods or goddesses may have in store for me.