Dreams unfold in the most curious of ways. In the subterranean depths of the subconscious mind, a multitude of components lay ripe for weaving. At times a theme reveals itself throughout its creation. Be it of person/animal, time or place, it forms a teaching for those open to receive it as such.
This week, a dream infused with a collection of surreal imagery appeared one night with a multitude of scenes but one standout theme … The mighty nipple!
The Dream
An image of a queen presents itself. She sits upon a velvet throne with her naked breast revealing bejewelled nipples while multiple infants suckle the tips of her fingers for sustenance instead.
In another scene, a pride of majestic, white lions stand proudly while their manes dance in the breeze much to the delight of a group of tourists. The lionesses scoff at their pride and lounge in the shade of a purple tree while cubs suckle their nipples, twinkling like gems in the afternoon sun.
Bespectacled, orange necked birds deliver gifts to them from hooked beaks.
In a third scene, hands sprout from the soil of a land marked “Freedom”, reaching towards the promise of Heaven but doomed by its roots to remain. The sun witnesses this dilemma and gently secretes liquid sunshine through an array of nipples onto the surface to soothe the displaced memory of the ever reaching hands.
And finally…
A scene in which I am entering a new country with a suitcase in the shape of a speckled egg. I depart from the winged vehicle and make my way to customs. I feel relaxed after the journey but as I pass through the electronic metal detector, a piercing sound echoes throughout the airport and security arrives in droves. They are men and women dressed in black with hard, shiny helmets.
“Beetles..” I think to myself.
I am compusorily removed from the terminal gates by these hard-hatted cretins and taken to a basement room where I am forced to crack open my speckled egg. This reveals an innocent assortment of candy coloured knickers.
The “Gatekeepers of this land” as they call themselves, (“Beetles” to me) instruct that I lift my arms for they have to apply a sort of metallic roll-on to my armpits.
“I knew a gatekeeper once”, I think to myself as I guiltlessly comply.
“Overly suspicious bunch, drenched in fear….brain washed of any sense… “
With this application of the metallic glistening roll-on, my senses are dramatically muffled and I find myself vulnerable to their probing questions.
“Who are you?!”
Where do you come from?! “
“Where are you going?! “
The night continues with a barrage of questions flung my way from the mouths of these Beetles eventually culminating in the final …
“Are you aware that you are carrying a state-of-the-art, supreme device attached to your body?”
“Huh?” … my senses start to reignite slowly.
“If activated, it could disarm global war communicative services!”
“Um……” still hazy from the effects of the roll-on, I hover in confusion.
Irritated, they indicate to my naked torso and nervously point out the “Great Threat”
I look down curiously but all I see… are my nipples??
I wake from this dream befuddled, amused and in awe.
Who would of thought that these crumpled knobs of flesh could create such a stir ? Disarming global war communicative services and all.
Note to self: A wave of brave, courageous women embracing the power in their nipples is what will end all wars. And so it is.
