Dream Log 19/2/2015: The Dragon Dances

Chinese New Year was marked in 2015 just recently, on February 19th. It coincided with the second Aquarius New Moon of 2015, on February 18th. This dream was recorded from either the first or second dream cycle of the 19th (we all have around four sleep cycles per night):

I live in a cosy white apartment, in a small city that feels creative and nurturing. Another healer friend lives in the building across the street, on the fifth or sixth floor, and I am able to see her working in her study from my window on the ground floor. I share the space with another female adult who doesn’t seem to be around much. While I survey the apartment, I find a coal-black man in the dining room. All the doors of the apartment are unlocked and open because this is that kind of city.

I “should” be afraid of the man but I am too fascinated. He is black as the night sky, half-naked, and has an islander or aborigine feel around him. When I greet him, he breaks into the hugest smile, and we are both excited to converse. I ask where he’s from, and he tells me a name that is familiar and yet not, and I couldn’t remember this name when I woke up, but something about “Fiji” remains. My geography was lacking and I wanted to ask which part of Indonesia it was close to, if it was, and even though I never voice this, he seems to laugh in amusement. Finally, he gets to his passion:

“I can dance really well!”

His appearance has changed and is changing. He talks about how powerful his dance is, though his words are simple and spare. He looks golden, even brassy, his skin starting to look like how I would paint dragon scale, but with irregular shapes in order to cover the contours of his face. He has a bony ridge on the left side, making his face slightly asymmetrical. None of this fazes me. I want to see him dance.

“You will! I have a performance  later.”

My daughter wanders into the room and comes next to me. I introduce her and say that we are going to watch the strange fellow’s dance just a while later. She is curious and accepting.

I woke up then, recalling everything, and momentarily a heavy downpour started outside the  house. It hadn’t rained for weeks. The rain went on and on. It even stopped and started again. I realised upon the pitter-patter that the Chinese believe rain is created when dragons dance. I marveled at this before slipping into dream again, returning to the cosy white apartment to close the windows and watch the rain from there.

Dragons, golden scales, and armour have been an recurring dream symbol in the last year.