The Bat Enters My Dream-Speak
25 Tuesday Sep 2012
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Dream-Speak \dreem-speek\ n. 1. The language used by a dream or a
dreamer to express the essence of a dream. 2. A forgotten language that
is often metaphorical in context or so simplistic it betrays our reasonable
thought processes. 3. A language used in poetry to arrest the attention of
I dreamt I was approaching the ropes to our swing under the big Oak tree. I had the seat to the swing in my hand which I had taken off maybe to raise it or fix it. An acquaintance was there at the rope and it was my impression that he was there to help me affix the seat, but there was a bat on one of the ropes. He swatted at it and it flew towards me. I ducked and got down on the ground, but the bat bit me twice. I was thinking – I don’t want to die! But the bat told me in a clear voice, “I am not here to carry you into death. I am here to take you deeper into sleep.” I felt heavy and fearful. If I went there I feared I would not be able to get back out.
I am slightly uncomfortable with bats around this house because the night before Reed’s wife passed away she was grazed on the neck by a bat. It was trapped in the house and had made its way up to the bedroom while they were sleeping.
Stories like this make me superstitious and fearful when I should be inviting the energy of an animal in. I have heard that birds trapped in your house are always a sign of death, but it is not always the case.
Superstition is when one person casts their fear upon another. Or one person takes on the fear of another’s story.
After my dream of being bitten I had to release my superstition of the bat. I had to understand what the bat meant to me.
The bat lives in the belly of the earth and is the only flying creature to suckle her young; a feminine symbol.
The bat could be the chiaroscuro of poetry if I could add light to her dark waxy wings, if I could add light to her seemingly ominous message. She is steeped in witchcraft and bad news. The squeaky hinge of twilight. In Western cultures they have been associated with the night and foreboding, but in Chinese lore the bat is a symbol of longevity and happiness.
In the Medicine Cards Deck the bat’s word is rebirth.
They come out in the gloaming, in twilight, the most magic moments in the length of a day. If there are doors and caves within the big Oak tree this is when they are opened and the things that sleep beneath, arise, surface and listen for the fluttering of moth wings.
The Bat, the cave dweller, the fire dwelling in the womb, a creature not dependent upon its eyes, but its sense of what feels right. Intuition.
In the daylight I can only find her with my eyes, but at night I can climb on her leathery wings. I can’t think of a better way to travel by dream than on bat wings.
But the trait that sticks out most to me is her ability to sense and notice things.
A bat’s sonar is so sensitive that it can detect the silent flapping of a moth’s wings.
She is blessed with the gift of noticing.
I often feel like the my best writing happens when I am opened to noticing.
You stood by the rambling rose, by the turning maple tree and asked me if I wanted more coffee. I said, ‘Yes,’ and watched the white fluff of a feather float past your face as you walked away… It fell weightless to the ground and landed in a tangle of weeds. You never noticed. But I always notice these things. I could feel you in the kitchen window as the steam of the coffee floated like creme around your face.
I’ve been bitten twice. Once as a writer and again as a dreamer.
What does the bat mean to you? Have you ever been bitten in a dream?