Dream: Being Osiris

Dream 20030219, 5:00AM:

I remember seeing a man leap into the river, and a woman run up to a waterfall beside where he jumped. A ship comes down the river, piloted by some sort of witch or water spirit, and the woman takes over the ship and goes off in search of her lover. It’s Isis and Osiris. Then, I am Osiris, and I’m listening to some man talking about being a king, or some worldly ruler; we are together in a dark vast room, but he doesn’t know that I’m here. He talks at some length, and I have to kill him, or overpower him, or something – it has to do with what he’s said. He picks up a big javelin; it is a pale yellow color, and appears to be made out of something light, like fiberglass or plastic. I grab one part of it, and it is some sort of weapon that only I can use. I don’t remember if I spear him with it, or just take it from him.

Then, the images of Osiris are turning to something like a special effects alien. It’s not me anymore, I’m watching from the outside. He appears to be some sort of lizard creature, all golden skin with a big dewlap type throat like an iguana. It almost reminds me of the end-of-movie credits, where you can see people getting into their makeup and such. He’s watching the “camera” directly, and doing things like waving his hands and waggling his eyebrows. Fade to black.

Then, I’m walking from Aunt Marilyn’s house to Mom and Dad’s house (a few blocks). There is someone with me, but I don’t know who. I have a black satchel, and for some reason I’m practicing levitating it. I can do it really well if I concentrate, and don’t let it get out from between my two outstretched hands, but when I either look up or let it get further in front of me, I lose my concentration and it falls to the ground. It feels like I’m counterbalancing it with some part of my body, like I have to hold my shoulders back to keep it from dropping. I let it run a few inches ahead of me, then a foot… then it falls to the ground. It looks like the folding file that I keep my bills and receipts in. I push it far ahead of me, like half a block… I’m now walking down the side of Castle Hill, and the satchel zooms ahead, but then crashes into a house with a big noise. The owners are outside working on something, and they throw the folder into the ditch with loud complaints. As I draw even with the house, I can see that it’s somehow flattened a dog house; I reach over telekinetically and pick up the bits of the folder out of the ditch, and keep on walking, somewhat sheepish about the damage, although they don’t appear to suspect it was mine. The doghouse roof is all that is there, green shingles; it looks like there were no walls. Maybe they were building it, or tearing it down. There is mud on some of the stuff that was in the satchel, and the top half of it is gone now. Now, it looks more like a hard-sides briefcase.

I walk on, and although I don’t remember going into it, I find myself inside of a house under construction. I am walking along the edges of a big space with sloping walls, like an attic room. It is still all just piers and studs and beams, there are no floors or solid walls, although it appears that the outside walls are solid. I don’t remember why I am walking around this space, although the sensations of going around it are very distinct; I lean to pass under a slanting wall beam, put my hands on some framing to steady myself. I’m talking to someone about this house; I don’t know whose house it is (or will be).