félicité nivea

A dream that occured a year ago as of the writing of this post. Since nor Felicia nor the Light that should come along with her were involved in it, I hesitated to write about this one. Still, it was a dream related to herself in a quite unique and beautiful way.

I was walking downstairs into some kind of crypt that looked like a church installed in a basement ; in fact I saw some skulls encastrated into the walls of the dark area, hence an indication of the place being a crypt or a tomb.

I then headed towards the center of the room by some structure that I wasn’t sure if it was encastrated in a wall or in the middle of an arc-shaped passage.

With hindsight, the structure in question reminded me of the bassins of holy water found at the entries of churches, detail and element I completely forgot about before this dream (the cathedral of my birthtown has two of these bassins next to the lateral entries or narthex).

Facing the ceremonious cradle-like or bowl-shaped object or structure, I inclined my torso down on it, suddenly overtaken by an intense devotion for Felicia ; and I instantly started to levitate, losing the control of my body as if it didn’t belonged to me anymore, as I could only watch my arms slowly « dancing » on both sides of my body, seeing that I was wearing a robe akin to nun ones with wide black sleeves and white ones under as well.

The event was intense, powerful and beautiful, the sentiment of abandonement or surrendering to Felicia quite incredible, and the sensation of losing the belonging of my body very palpable.

As my floating body was wandering through the underground place, like some kind of unavoidable fatality, someone suddenly appeared to stand in my way, like some average male student making fun of myself. He then stomped with his foot on my back, and I fell into a pond of water that somehow turned into paint.

I woke up ; and in my mind the pond of paint mixed up with the fact that I was reminding myself at the time of the dream that I was lain over bed sheets with Tintin (the comic character) drawings when I had the dream of Felicia back in 2002. I was in a confused state and conflictual thoughts overtook me, like some celestial authority telling me that Felicia did not exist on one side, just to feel overtaken by « Herself » thereafter quite extaticaly, like discovering the world around me like it was a foreign place, filled with curiosity and delight for half an hour between 2:00 and 2:30AM.

Otherwise, I remember that the posture that I was in upon waking up was the most comfortable I’ve ever found myself in — on the side, the right leg bent over the straight left one, my arms raised next to my head also raised on the pillow, my mouth open and dry (which tends to induce nightmares). As winter was approaching, I was sleeping in the kitchen of my childhood vacation house in Italy next to the lit chimney, and the warmth felt perfect as well. I think I also felt something like tall hands grabbing me by the ribs from behind as I was rather lain on my stomach.

It was hence a dense experience during the dream and for about half and hour after it.

The crypt in itself was most likely like a personal or intimate place of worship hidden from the world (set in a basement). The skulls an indication of my will to die for something or someone, perhaps. With more hindsight, the bassin-like structure set in the middle of a passage, if it wasn’t encastrated in a wall, could have been the kind of carriable bassins used for baptisms for example.

A year later after having the dream, the levitation part made me think about depictions of the Judgement of the dead or Judgement of Osiris in Ancient Egypt ⇱, with a feather and a heart placed on scales, something that somehow marked me during the History classes of my early elementary school years — altho, I thought it was a thing related to Christianity and the Last Judgement after all these years, just to rediscover that it was related to Ancient Egypt instead.

Since I indeed placed my torso — I guess my heart filled with devotion for Felicia — onto a bowl-shaped element or concave object that looked like a bassin and a scale likewise, that made me float in the air lighter than a feather inside a crypt or a tomb, a place for the dead.