Mothman Flutterings

Mothman Warning?

April 12, 2008 on 7:21 am | In dreams |

Another Mothman dream last night that was epic in its intensity. The dream took place over many years, the emotions in the dream were intense. It had special effects like a sci-fi movie.

Very intense dream, which is related below. Then I woke up this morning to find two separate, weird and uncomfortable health issues related to myself and someone else very close to me and came home today from work to find out about someone close to us spent the day in the emergency room.

I realize that writing the dream down and posting it can’t convey the sense or depth of emotional content. And the dream itself, until the end, might not seem like anything. But it was very strange and vivid.

In the dream, my point of view shifted constantly. Sometimes I was “in the audience,” sometimes the male character, sometimes the female.

A dark haired, thin man of 20 or so drives slowly down the street. He’s haunted by something but doesn’t know what. He’s not “bad” but he’s outside the law; outside everything. He’s a lost soul. He drives slowly by a two story house.

All the houses on this street need repair, the poor part of town. The houses are almost empty. People live in the houses, but they are bare of curtains, or flowers, or sounds. He sees a young blond woman, girl really, about 17 maybe 18. They don’t know each other. They look at each other. The communicate telepathically, it’s as if they’ve known each other before. They know each other now, even though they’ve never met.

She runs upstairs, around the house, to the side, and steps out onto the wooden balcony. He meets her down below by driving around the corner. They communicate with their minds once again.

She makes a sudden decision: to leave. Leave for good. She grabs a bag, stuffs some clothing, runs downstairs. Her mother is upset she’s leaving but understands.

The couple travel together for years. They love each other very much. They live, more around a bit, grow older together. All this time they — especially he — are haunted by something. There’s something just barely seen around them all the time, within them. It’s more than one thing. It’s a few different things, or beings, or events. One of them has something to do with aliens. It’s not spoken of but it is known.

After many years, they find themselves in a bad way. This haunted fear, anxiety, knowledge of something known but kept hidden, is too much. They go to the sand, by the water. He kneels down. They do some kind of ritual together to finally exorcise these things. The wind begins to get up, whirls and swirls of sand, he spins around, on his kneed, in anguish. The wind is stronger, whirling up around him, while she stands by feeling and seeing the pain. She has something to do with performing the ritual, guiding it, helping.

The “things” and the Mothman leave his body.

Yet the Mothman is not the cause of these things, the Mothman is not to be feared. The Mothman is neutral, and possibly a friend. A strange friend, cold maybe, distant, but not a force to be afraid of.

Flying around us, them, her, him, me; up and above us. There was a deep sadness with all this, and yet a positive feeling as well A positive feeling that, at last, this “thing” that has been haunting this couple, this man, left for good. And after the pain of it all, the healing.