Kali, Ganesh and Krishna Walk Into My Dream...

A most odd dream this morning, but it feels like it had some significance, which is why I am writing this down.

It begins with my sister and I getting ready for school - I don't want to go and would rather stay at home. I get dressed, but put on a shirt and blouse over which I also put a dress. I am supposed to write exams for Matric in 2 weeks, but haven't studied, and what's more, the Geography teacher didn't bother teaching us the curriculum and I haven't opened a single book. My mother tells me this is why it's important for me to go to school that day.


For a moment, I am lucid in my dream and tell my mother that this is a dream and I have already done my matric. I can stay at home. There is agreement.

The sky is heavy with very dark clouds. The wind is blowing fiercely and it appears as though a massive thunderstorm is heading our way. Trees are bending under the force of the wind. I find a little book called "The Lives of Krishna". Our home is no longer a house, but a book shop or library with many people in it, all of whom appear to be Hindu or Hare Krishnas. I flip through the little book and I see a story about "The Two Faces of Krishna". As I begin to read it, a young, incredibly beautiful Indian woman takes me aside. She has large, gorgeous eyes that appear green, then amber. Her hair is curly and she is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. She tells me that the book I hold isn't entirely accurate and that I should experience Krishna for myself to truly understand me. She also tells me that the storm that is brewing is, in fact, Lord Krishna approaching. I ask her if He is angry. She doesn't answer but disappears before my eyes.

I go back into the house/library/bookshop and the sky is so dark it's almost black. I start worrying about my friend, Nicola, who is meant to fly up from Cape Town to visit.

A bald man with a misshapen head and pot belly approaches me. He too tells me that Lord Krishna is coming. He also tells me that he stepped into a body of a human in order to meet with and speak to me. He said that it didn't quite fit him. [It is he that I think may be Lord Ganesh]

Then an old, wizened lady approaches me. She is a lot pushy and repulsive and quite scary, but she commands a powerful presence. I feel anxious around her, but also compelled to give her my attention. She talks to me, but I don't remember everything she says. She tells me that she will be borrowing my friend's body when she comes from Cape Town, but only for a couple of days. [She, I think, may be Kali]

Then she spots my Buddha tattoo on my right arm. She touches it and asks who it is. I tell her it's Lord Buddha. She bends and kisses the tattoo. I look at the tattoo and there are burn marks where her lips were. (This felt so real that I checked my tattoo this morning).

I go to find my friend, but her doors are locked. The sky in the meantime, has begun to clear and the sun has begun to shine through. The Ganesh dude is happy and excited. "Krishna is here" he says.

I see my mom, my sister and a group of friends ahead. I hug them all. Nicola has not been taken over by the wizened old lady.