Mothman Flutterings

Dream Fragment: Warning About a Warning

For some, like author Andrew Colvin, (Mothman’s Photographer, etc.) much of his Mothman encounters seem to happen with art and images. For myself, it seems to be dreams. Not that I’m a mothman expert or witness, etc.

It’s not surprising that dreams would be a way Mothman messages/meetings/encounters would happen; I’ve always had a vivid and active dream life, considering dreams to be important and helpful.

I haven’t been thinking or reading anything about Mothman the past few days; but last night I had a dream where a group of us at work were looking through a book about Mothman. All the people there (except for myself) were unfamiliar with Mothman. Some may have heard about, or seen the movie, but that was about it as far as being “Mothman literate.”

We’re all finding this book interesting, and we come across a passage about a soon to happen disaster in our area. Something weather related. And everyone took the warning very seriously. We had no reason to doubt the warning.

We were all very concerned, but not worried. I should change that to scared — we weren’t scared. The warning came with the message that there was the potential to avert this disaster; and/or, that if it did happen, it would still be okay. I know that doesn’t make sense but dreams have their own logic.

Walking away from the book, and having just read about something bad to happen in our area, oddly enough didn’t make us feel scared, though we were lost in our thoughts and very concerned. In fact, we were grateful for the warning about the warning. . .

And this is strange: even though there was a “warning about the warning” and some kind of chance to at least try to stop it, or lessen the disaster, we seemed to be almost in a trance; choosing not to bother and preferring to let it happen. It wasn’t merely a case of apathy however. It was a choice. (Again, with the dream logic!)

This is similar to another dream I had about weather and Mothman. Even in the midst of disasters and chaos, there’s some kind of calm.

Hurricanes in the Valley of the Dolls

Another “Mothman’ dream, even though Mothman didn’t appear in this dream in any way. There was no mention of Mothman in the dream of any kind. And yet, throughout the dream there was a sense of Mothman’s presence.

On the surface, the dream sounds terrible; horrible hurricanes keep coming, destroying property, knocking out power, hurting and killing people, etc. Lots of water and flooding.

As usual with my dreams, I am often one of the “characters” sometimes switching back and forth between characters, and then I’m in the “audience” watching the dream. Last night’s dream was like this.

The dream itself: I get premonitions of a coming storm, or hurricanes. The time frame for these events is roughly anywhere from 24 hours before the storm or hurricane, to a just a few hours before. I do what I can to alleviate and protect; I board up windows, move furniture, make sure kids and pets are safe, make sure there’s food, etc.

We watch these storms, and they’re beautiful. Something about the thunder and lightening and the power of the wind; the power of the water, is fantastic. At the same time, we, at least I, know the danger that goes with it. But I’m not afraid, just very cautious and practical.

While the dangers of these storms are real, the Mothman sense is real, there’s also a feeling of almost silliness in the melodrama. I mention to someone in the dream, in the midst of a hurricane, as we’re taking cover behind furniture and boarded up windows, that “this movie” (meaning the dream) “is one of the cheesiest movies to be made.” (I remember looking at one of the people in the dream, in the room we’re all in, behind a turned over sofa up against a window. She had jet black, piled high Valley of the Dolls hair.) It’s a move that’s so bad it’s good, sort of. A real campy movie, destined to be a classic, alongside Plan 9 From Outer Space. Okay, maybe not that bad. er, good. I mean, who can resist that movie? Remember the shot of the flying, mooing cow in the movie Twister? I love that one little shot; it’s so silly and campy, such an obvious big thriller block buster ploy. There was a sense of campy Towering Inferno melodrama in the midst of the beauty and power of the storms — and their dangers — as well as the very serious, non-melodrama (meaning, don’t be trifling around) of Mothman, even though he was unseen.

(Note: I just noticed something; after I had written this, and was proofing it, I saw the connection between my mentioning Valley of the Dolls and Sharon Tate. Sharon Tate, one of the actresses in Valley of the Dolls, was, of course, murdered by Charles Manson. (Actually, she wasn’t murdered by Manson himself; but that’s another issue.) Colvin, in his book Mothman’s Photographer II, mentions Manson, and the strange and uncomfortable associations with Manson, West Virginia, close proximity to Mothman and Colvin himself, mind control, and so much more. All those threads, connections and synchronicities we know to expect in this realm.

Like the dream itself, Mothman’s presence is about even if not overtly stated.)

Mothman This Way Quickly Comes

I had another Mothman dream last night. I don’t remember much in way of details, just a vagueness. What I remember is the feeling of the dream. The sense of it.

Before going to sleep, I read a little bit of Colvin’s Mothman’s Photographer II. (I’m just about at the end of the book.) I hadn’t read very much at all, maybe two or three pages. I was very tired, so went to sleep after a few minutes. Couldn’t keep my eyes open at all.

The dream had Mothman coming to me. Appearing to me. Mothman was responding to my call; even though I was doing no such thing. Not intentionally. But in the dream, it was made clear that even thinking about Mothman, and certainly doing things like getting up blogs and all, was enough to get Mothman’s attention.

In a previous dream I posted about here, Mothman wasn’t malevolent. He was a helper, although very distant, almost cold, seeming that way simply because he, or it, was not human, and we, as humans, don’t have a way to express these differences.

But in last night’s dream Mothman was a bit on the creepy side. I think it was because this was more of a warning, or reminder that, yes, Mothman “this way quickly comes” but you better not be messing around just for the hell of it.

There was more, something about other people who didn’t have the best intentions and weren’t up to much good; far “creepier” than Mothman, and so on. It’s here that the dream fades and gets vague.

As with many dreams, it wasn’t the details that were important, it was the emotions, the sense of the thing, that was the message.

Mothman On The Brain

I wrote this a couple of weeks ago, and had planned on posting it at The Orange Orb blog.

Too lazy to read or work on writing, and too late to do anything around the house, I turned on A&E last night and caught the last 20 minutes of Paranormal State. I usually don’t watch that show; I just don’t care for it. Not much substance, although I like the psychic Chip. The episode I caught was the one on Mothman. I found the whole thing irritating, because there was no there there. They had gone to Point Pleasant, interviewed witnesses, and yet, the whole thing seemed empty. Over forty years of research by some very excellent people in the field, and they’re going to step in and discover something new? Feh. Anyway.

Off they go, in the wee hours, to the TNT area where Mothman was first seen so many years ago. Chip, the psychic (who I find credible) sent chills through me. He was affected by what he picked up, which was, he said, something he had never experienced before. It wasn’t spirit, or a ghost, it was “intelligence.” Non-human, intelligence, and when he said that, something went through me; it made sense and I “felt” that it was right. Chip went on to say — and he implied there was more than one Mothman — Mothman wasn’t responible for the Silver Bridge collapse or other misfortunes, he/it/they were trying to warn everyone about it. That goes along with what I’ve read about Mothman. I’m no Mothman expert, not by any means, but I’ve been intrigued by Mothman since almost the beginning, and try to read everything I can on Mothman.

One thing I’m pretty convinced of about Mothman is that there is some combination of both psy-op covert stuff going on, as well as paranormal, or supernatural, events. I think the former is manipulating the latter.

Currently, I’m reading Colvin’s book Mothman’s Photographer II. He talks about a lot of things; one thing he writes about are the bird like and mothman like images he comes across, and the role they play in regards to messages and synchronicities. A couple of weeks ago, after reading that, I passed by a building I pass by a few times a week, and up ahead, I see what looked like the Mothman statue in Point Pleasant! As I drove closer to the thing, I saw that it was a large sculpture of a bird with its wings outstretched. It didn’t make much sense; the sculpture didn’t seem to have anything to do with the business it was in front of.

Last night I had a dream about Mothman. He came to visit me. It was uncomfortable, almost scary, and yet, it wasn’t. He wasn’t scary, or had ill intent, but .. . there was a vague, scary feeling associated with his appearance. He had something to tell me. But, as usual with dreams, I forgot what it was. This wasn’t any earth shattering or even vivid dream, just interesting I have Mothman on the brain so much these days.

Mothman Warning?

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.