I've been getting into the very first basics of Huna, recently. Part of it which makes absolute sense to me is to prep your own subconscious and be ready to watch your dreams.
Boy did I get a weird one last night.
Please do analyse.
I was at war with someone. I assumed it was my husband, certainly there was that element of bonding and closeness that in life only comes with a marriage. He was wrong and bad and had to go, so I marshalled my forces (the kids? Half a dozen trusted warriors? Shadows? I don't know) and we went to unarmed combat, oddly enough, behind the sofa.
I had him; I was up close and personal and he was about to be killed, but 'he' looked me in the eyes, put his hand out (which took some doing, I was on him like glue) and somehow it melted into my chest. When his fist was all under the skin, he stuck a finger out straight into my heart and then withdrew it. Not a drop of blood anywhere, but that was the fatal blow.
I knew the name of the move - "was that the ropeburn?" I asked. He nodded and it was all over, I was slumped down the back of the sofa waiting to die and everyone but him was gone. It actually really physically hurt. I couldn't believe it had come to this, I wouldn't accept that because I had wanted him dead, he could have the audacity to actually kill me instead. It was going too far, you know? Un-called for.
The war, the emotions, the lot were all finished and I was wide eyed and concentrating on the hole in my chest, when he offered me his hand like an old friend, offered to help me get up on the sofa.
"But aren't I dying?"
"Oh, yes, but you may as well be comfortable while you do." He was as gentle as a counsellor or an ambulanceman - disassociated and calm and the kind of person you just take guidance from, no questions asked.
So I sat on the sofa, slumped, concentrating on my breathing and the pain in my chest, but dying seemed to be taking ages. I was weak, I was pretty useless, but I was still there and it was completely confusing. He was sat on the sofa arm, to be with me but not too close. I looked at him and realised he probably wasn't Husband - just someone else that was naturally that close - knew me inside out, and I ought to know just as well.
I remembered a Huna trick for children. When you realise you are dealing with a humanised element of your subconscious, something that's trying to tell you something, you ask them for a gift to remember them by, I guess it's something to help you take the dream into the real world so you can work it out.
In the dream, I asked.
I woke, immediately, to find my arms were so tightly together in front of me that my shoulders were curved forward and my ribcage compressed, which I guess is where the discomfort came from. But I rolled over and went back to sleep convinced there was a fatal piece missing at my centre, taken by an element of myself that I had tried to kill, and that because of that I was mortal.
Answers on a postcard, please.
P.S. Tomorrow's post will be slow and all lower case, owing to the need to use an eraser on the end of a lolly stick, to type using my mouth. They won't even have to sedate me when they bring the straightjacket..................................