What are weasel dreams about?

It started in a school gym and I was bouncing a ball around with a best friend, I’ll call him Bob. This is something I used to do with my friends. Over time more people started coming in. It got too crowded for Bob and I after our ball hit someone. We and the other people in the gym played a game of baseball (might have been kickball) and someone hit a home run.

As he was running the bases four (maybe just 2) girls walked up to Bob and I, raving about impressive it was and I said basically “he’s also really fast” and added... for whatever reason... “but not quite as fast as me”. Excited, they all asked the home-run hitter to run the bases *fast*, but he did it in classic dream slow-mo and it took him forever to even reach first.

After that the 2/4 girls, Bob, and I talked. We seemed to talk for quite a while but I don’t remember what we talked about... this bothers me. Over the course of the conversation one of the girls, red hair in a ponytail and pale-red face, subtly pinched me and I thought that was pretty weird but nice. Though I also thought, guiltily, that this girl’s face looked a bit like a fish’s or a weasel’s, whereas the blonde girl’s face didn’t.

But whatever, I thought, I’ll take it. I don’t think that’s what I’d think in real life at all, but it is what I thought in this dream.

Anyways, I ended up walking back toward home with this girl and another friend of mine, I’ll call him Joe; Bob went off in a different direction. As we were walking I talked to both the girl and Joe, and I felt a bit guilty and awkward. I felt that letting the girl come along was just another kind of rude thing to do to Joe- Joe and Bob both being based off real life “characters”.

Still walking, Joe noted the cool red, yellow, green color scheme of the campus and I observed it and agreed with him that it was cool. I wondered to myself why I had always thought it was different colors.

Then I started talking to the girl a bit more bc I could tell she wanted me to- I got the sense that she was annoyed I was talking to Joe as much as/ more than her. We were walking toward a dark overpass.

Soon I sensed something was wrong, it felt like a pin pricked my neck and made all its hairs stand up, and I realized that the girl was a monster. *She can hear our thoughts*.

And I suppose, having heard those thoughts, that’s when she decided to “expose herself”.

As soon as the corners of her mouth began turning up into a grin, as soon as her naturally pale-red face began to redden even more, I whipped a pen out of my pocket- here’s a disturbing thing- uncapped it and stabbed it into her forehead, her face now grinning fully and even redder. I stabbed over and over, going deep like a needle, leaving a constellation of pinsized dots on the smiling girl’s forehead. I kept stabbing even as she was changing. Her trickling blood blended with the color of her skin as the grin curved up past itself and I thought *it’s too late* (yes that’s cliche I know). The thing’s face shifted to only a red mouth and teeth, growing larger. It screamed, its tube-neck expanded, it was something like a Venus fly trap but as big as a giraffe.

“Cut”

Then in the dream I saw the monster and a stranger. It showed how the monster eats. It just flops it’s head right onto the victim, covering him like a cage.

End.

After I woke up I thought of how I escaped/ how I would have escaped if I didn’t wake up. Plants don’t move, I thought, so of course I’d have escaped, right?

This morning I had a strange dream that included something I’ve never heard about, until I looked it up online when I woke up. For context; in my dream I was wondering some woods I’ve never been to. As I traveled I saw an emperor penguin chick. I kept traveling and the more I did, I continued to see the same chick but in different stages in life. It wasn’t a linear transition either, the penguin went from newly hatched, to adult, to young adult, to old, and the like. But it was always the same penguin. I reached a point in the woods where I saw some wolves, but they looked malformed. They chased me as I rode horse back and I escaped. But when I escaped I found I was at the exact path that led to right to before I saw the wolves. This time I had no horse and as I walked the wolves began to appear again, this time I noticed they came from nowhere, literally watched them appear from thin air before me, and they each shone in a specific color. Some of the wolves shifted until there were five different animals, like a weasel, a snake, and bobcat. As I ran to try and avoid them I heard a voice speaking to me. But it was multiple voices speaking as if one voice. The voices where smokey, and female, old sounding, but not rasp. I don’t remember much of what was said, but the voices called itself the Three Mothers. They were explaining something to me, but I don’t remember. As they spoke, each animal bite me once. Each time it did the Three Mothers said I was bestowed a gift. I only remember two of these “gifts”; one being tundra and the other from the weasel, “original thought.” I woke up and looked up what I could. I love mythology and folklore. But I have never heard of the Three Mothers before. And this was also the first time I have heard of “original thought.” I’m not sure what to get out of this post, answers or explanations, but I just find it so bizarre that a dream told me about two things I’ve never heard about. For clarity as well. I am an atheistic Satanist. I don’t believe in magic or the like.

This happened just a few minutes ago. I dreamed that I was working in some kind of school. I was a maintenance man, I think. I was repairing a door, when a teacher invited me into her classroom. I think it was a music class, but I am not sure. There were kids, sitting on pillows on the floor and there were lots of parrots of different sizes and kinds, both in cages and cavorting around the room. There was also a white weasel (one of my totem animals), who was playing and getting belly rubs from me. The teacher said, "I think he likes you." As I went to leave, the weasel followed me, and as I tried to put him back in the room, he spoke to me. He said, "Take me with you."
Then I was awakened by my alarm. Weasel medicine helps us listen to the words that are not being said. The messages between the lines. There are things going on at work and with my relationship that all bear listening to. Lots of talk with no substance. Weasel is telling me to listen. Very. Carefully.

So I had this really strange dream where I had to fend my hotel room off from weasels.

I had a hotel room in some non descript medium sized city. I rent a hotel room and crash in the Dream. I awoke to s weasels on my chest, biting me. I bring theweaselsl and let him outside. Then this starts getting scary.

Weasels started entering their way through any way they could (underneath the door, window, etc).

I started flushing them down the toilet, just to end this nightmare.

After I flushed 20 or sweaselsls some girl with glasses called the Weasel King started getting pissed at me because I flushed heweaselsls.

7 July 2020

we sing and dance, we’re not alive, we sing we die, with eyes in hand.
We sing out loud, faces bent out, and some inside out,
we’ll sing out loud and then we’ll die.

It was better rhymed, with better lyrics, I can’t remember the exact words.
But it certainly was one of the more disturbing ones I’ve had for a while !

I remember only the last part, where I was in a mall looking around but most things were overpriced and not worth it. The cheaper stuff they sold was in a bad condition, the expensive too much so.

I run into three guys I knew as kids from my town, a weasel, a retard and just another guy. I shook the weasel’s hand, greeting him happily, then stood away (social distancing) reminding him that I’d set a bad example if seen not following those instructions.
They were looking around to finish documents they needed to go to university. I wished them good luck in their endeavour and prayed to god to make their path easier, as I was walking up some stairs.

Once I was up the stairs a man walked away hurryingly;I thought he was eavesdropping.

The place shift was great, up the stairs was an open sky, and there were these cages. Not sure if it’s animals that are inside or...

Anyways, this man upstairs in my dream whom I work with, starts walking with a briefcase in his right hand, I greet him, he turns around, happy to see me go to work on the same day he is, and says “you look great as always”, and I return his greeting saying he looks really great looking today too, He thanked me, trying to act cool in the process, “and I hope that a certain someone is with us today” I continued—before I finish my sentence I glimpse behind him, leaning on of the cages the woman he had a massive crush on.

We’re walking on a beaten path, earth beneath our feet, wooden fence to our sides, heading towards a wooden gate, as if to a farm... or a ritual site?

We’re joking around as we walk, happy to see each other, teasing and laughing. I believe I told her she must be happy to see the only two friends that she has, then something led to another and she exclaimed “ oh what I would give to feel again” [at that moment she turned character]
Next thing I know there was a line of Children by the fence, bound. Not sure if they were there before, but at least they were intact.
She had their eyes removed, and had them swallow, or eat them, some did so with food (loafs of bread is what I remember). The skin on their faces removed, their flesh blackened, dry, and decaying; some with gaping wounds, or faces bent out of shape; or perhaps it merely seemed that way, and the holes were just drawn on painted faces.
But when they sang... it became reality. I felt their want, their suffering, the hollowness, as they sang those joyful tunes, bound to each other, with the focus shifting from the first in the chain to the last, flowing through the curves and wounds of their carcassed faces.

Finally, I felt the soft touches of the slim fingers of a woman placing her fingers on my back, and in my state of shock from what I saw, I woke up!

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Extra notes:

Kevin James: The male Co-worker
Cameron Diaz: His crush/female coworker
Billie Lourd: the Witch?

Don’t ask why, I don’t pick the cast, my subconscious does.