. . . actually, two dreams. A series, back to back. As a sort of one-two punch. Both of them very much in the explosive/controlling, revolutionary/evolutionary energy field of the now forming to exactness Uranus/Pluto square. Plus, as I awakened from the second dream, a word that I did not know I knew floated into awareness.
First dream: I’m lying under a tree in the twilight dark. The place and the tree remind me of Pierce Street, in Twin Falls, Idaho, where we lived until I was in 9th grade. I see/feel /notice a dark blobbish form, slugging across the ground by the tree to my right, near my head. It mires me, cobwebby, sticky, gooey, I can’t seem to get free. The struggle goes on for a long time. I wake up.
I realize instantly that this icky yucky thingie that got me was an archon, in the astral plane, trying, in a last ditch attempt to keep me from being myself — to keep the world from returning to its natural order. Instantly, I go into meditation, through the breath interjecting calmness and harmony into the world.
Second dream: I am painting, drawing, painting, drawing, a gigantic canvas, it gets bigger as I go? Wild, furious energy, huge dramatic feeling, while singing equally strongly and wildly, some of it operatic, some not. Feeling of being watched as I do this. Nothing stops me, it’s as if I’ve been taken over by the furies, and am at last moving enormous pent-up energy expressively, out.
Woke up from this second dream to a single word that I have never heard before, “meshugge,” or “mushegge,” or something like that. Looked it up:
meshuga, also meshugge, meshugah, meshuggah: crazy (Yiddish משוגע meshuge, from Hebrew məšugga‘) (OED, MW)
meshugaas, also mishegaas or mishegoss: Crazy or senseless activity or behavior; craziness (Yiddish משוגעת meshugaas, from Hebrew məšugga‘ath, a form of the above) (OED, AHD)
From Urban Dictionary:
“There are people who are such meshuggenehs that anybody they tell their crazy ideas to will end up being driven just as crazy. In a short while the craziness spreads through the population like a plague. When that happens, we’re meshugged.”
There’s also a band by that name:
I listened to about ten seconds of their “music” and read through some of their lyrics. Yuck. Feels nihilistic.
But wild and crazy? Yep, that’s me.
Crazy like a fox.