Before I talk about the dream, I wanted to say that my life has been insane. I’ve been working 50 hour weeks in a department I hate and when I get home I’m exhausted and in pain. Not good conditions for Wrenn to pay attention to her spirituality.
Fast forward to today.
My grey cat is sitting beside me, watching me, trying to insinuate himself onto my lap. His purr rattles my bones and yet is comforting. I only mention said kitty because I’ve recently determined that Loki shows himself to me, from time to time, as a small grey cat. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
Last night I had a dream. The facts of something as nebulous as a dream tend to get lost pretty easily, this one is no exception. Pertinent details have been lost between sleeping and waking, blurred and muddied by thinking about them and trying to piece it all together in my head.
What I’m certain of: Loki of the sly, crooked smile appeared in my dream. He was agitated, perhaps unhappy. Perhaps angry. Definitely in a state of high emotion. My pulse in the dream picked up, worry blanketed me. The background swirled into hazy lines of charcoal grey and green. Loki (maybe physically, maybe not) grabbed me and dragged me to my altar. I don’t remember actually feeling him touch me, so I’m not sure how I ended up there.
I woke with my heart pounding in my throat and a restless need to move. I was out of bed and walking before I consciously decided to do so, then I felt silly and convinced myself to go back to sleep.
When I got up for the day the dream was still lingering, it has followed me as an almost palpable miasma.
Now, I’ve toyed with the idea of Loki since Gina found him as a patron. I’ve avoided him. Hid from him. Partly because of the Marvel movies but also because there is just something about Loki that stirs something uncomfortable within me. Loki fascinates me, in that unpredictable and scary way snakes fascinate their prey.
Deep down, I’m afraid and I hate to be wrong. What if Loki isn’t calling me? What untamed roads will he lead me down? How much of myself will I uncover or lose in the process? Am I just drawn to him for his wild nature?
I just don’t know. I hate not knowing. I hate feeling uncertain. All of this pushes my buttons but I need to stop pretending I don’t see him. Right?