From an email about them I sent to my brother this past Jan:
Believe these happened over the nights of Oct 28, 29th and 30th last year; the 29th being the full moon that month. The details aren't nearly as clear as they were after, but I’ll try to tell you as much as I remember.
28th: I find myself sitting before 5 men looking to be of African descent. It’s a cool night, well into the evening, and I’m sitting on the ground crossed legged before them, directly in the center so I’m facing one man head on, and before me is a wooden bowl with a dark, thick liquid. I look like me but wearing light cloth, off white by dust, in kind of a capri pants and tunic type shirt. These men are wearing what I would describe as ornate tribal trappings of ritual and/or celebration. They look at me, I look directly back. No smile, no movement, just.. existing in the same space. Behind me is a huge bonfire with many dancing around it in not much and what there is looks festive, singing or chanting in a language I do not understand. In the darkness, though, I feel like there are hundreds just on the edge of the fire light watching.. waiting. After some time has passed. Everything comes to an abrupt halt and the sudden silence is almost sharp; there is no sound at all nor smell, not even of the fire. I stare into the eyes of what appears to be the leader of this tribe and he stares back for what feels like forever. Then he inclines his head to me, never breaking eye contact. I return the gesture and pick up the bowl and drink from it until it’s empty. The taste is familiar; blood, and still warm. Putting down the bowl, the world starts back into motion full of sounds and celebration and screams of joy and I have this feeling of being accepted. Of being home. End dream.
29th: The setting is a long, one piece low to the ground dinner table. At the table are perhaps 10-15 people. Yet again I have the feeling of more I can not see. We’re in a kind of feast hall type setting, though it’s small. There is a stone wall behind what appears to be the people in charge. Everyone is dressed in credible colors and designed of clothes that appear to be of India flavor. The people certainly have look of ones that could come from India. I’m in the middle again, facing those with their backs to the wall and people sitting close on either side of me as everyone that could needed to fit. We’re sitting on pillows on the floor and there are beautiful rugs underneath them. As soon as the dream starts, I’m yet again locking eyes with the man in the middle; the person in charge. As before, there’s no feeling of pressure of wills or being drawn in, just looking into the eyes almost searching. Here again there is celebration around us, though none of the food or drink have been touched on the table, just lots of folks laughing and talking and seeming to catch up with one another and enjoy the company. Then as before, sudden stop and silence. Everyone looks directly at me (a feeling like I had in the first dream), waiting. There’s that feeling again of an infinite amount of time passing, then the leader inclines his head to me, I do the same, and looking down I take up the wooden bowl placed before me (a bit more refined and smooth than the first), and drink; contents of bowl being the same as the first dream. Once done, I place the bowl down on the table and then the universe starts up again. Cheers ring out and singing begins as well as feasting. Never any facial expression from the person across from me, but I get that feeling again of having done well or passing some test and that I've been accepted. That I’m home. End dream.
30th: This is the fuzziest one. I know if fell in what looked to be ancient Asia; not sure what flavor the people were but there were incredibly ornate clothes and designs, lots of red and gold unlike the many colors in the second dreams and only the night and the dark skins and few matte earthy colors I could make out from the first. In this ceremony I am on my knees and before me stand 7 or so people with a huge number of people I can see around us in what could be a throne room of sorts and there’s still that feeling of many more watching. The same eye contact process happens, then the head incline as if to proceed, I return the gesture, then the drinking. I can’t remember the exact make of this bowl. I remember it being light, but I don’t think the outside was wood. It’s possible it was plated with something else. Contents same as before. I drink until gone. There was total silence in this one from when I arrived in the dream to when it stopped; stupid alarm clock. But once my part was complete, that sense of belonging and of being home filled me again.
The whole drinking blood thing oddly didn't squig me out at all. It felt natural and that it was the right thing to do and what was expected of me to become one with these people and gain their acceptance. Odd how it still doesn't seem weird or unnatural.
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