I am in a room filled with people. I am there with two other women and I don’t think I know very many people. I watch but don’t really engage with anyone. The two women I came with are very involved with each other and I feel like a third wheel. Music starts playing and the two women go out to the middle of the room and start dancing. Others are dancing too. One of the women comes and pulls me on to the dance floor and the three of us are doing a butterfly dance, where the person in the middle twirls the person on the left, then twirls the person on the right. One spin with me and then they are all involved with themselves again so I leave the dance floor. I see a man walk in from another doorway. I don’t know him but I know his name is Jacques. He seems very upset, he is crying and has tears on his face. I feel compassion for him and I go over to comfort him. I put a hand on his shoulder to comfort him and he grabs me in a hug that goes on far too long and he is holding me way too tightly. I realize that his tears are a sham and he is just doing it for attention. I feel angry about being fooled. I start to try to pull away and then another woman comes up and hugs me from behind. I am caught between the two of them and then they look up. I look up too and see a huge golden column of light. The rest of what’s going on in the room fades away and all I see is this light. It is deep gold around the edges and fades to white in the center. There are small dark spots and I see that they are swirling around in the light. Someone says this is Deena’s Light and the swirling objects are her gifts to whoever chooses to take them. Jacques and the woman seem in awe of this experience. I feel comfortable standing there in the light, and it doesn’t bother me now that I am being held too tightly. I do not reach for any of the swirling objects, it feels unnecessary.
Reality Check:
I didn’t know either of these people, but I knew one was named Jacques. I don’t know the names of anyone else in the dream. I don’t really want to be there because I don’t enjoy big gatherings. I had the sense that this was some kind of a celebration for Deena – who I also don’t know but everyone else did. Celebration of life maybe, or maybe a celebration of a goddess? Deena seemed quite real to me. I don’t know why it felt unnecessary to reach for gifts. Is it because I already have what I need? Or because I feel I don’t deserve them? I felt very comfortable standing in that light, as if it was familiar to me. It was more comfortable there than it was in the party.
The setting was inside a building, lots of different rooms that kind of led all over the place. I did not recognize the place. It was not dark but it wasn’t brightly lit either. People were everywhere, talking and laughing and carrying on like it was a party of some kind.
I have since learned that seeing a light like this is a sign of being protected. That makes sense to me.
