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Meht'hy'as
Oct. 8th, 2002 12:32 pmI had a dream last night, much of it is still clear, though mostly just bits and pieces, as if remembering a past life. I was in a city, very old feeling, something reminding me of both Greek and Roman architecture from the great pillars and archways. Where I was staying there was a large courtyard, I was in one of the upper rooms. I don't know why exactly, but I wandered off beyond the city, it was apparently situated on the edge of the world, falling down a sixty or more feet to the bottom. I climbed down and went in search of a cave, I had some supplies with me. While seeking this cave I found a Wolverine, she had two cubs and was apparently expecting more (queer because animals usually have the older cubs away before mating again, but I won't question the dream).
I found a cave in the oddly layered rock, just large enough for the four of us to get in, though it expanded outwards once inside and had light leeking in from small holes. As I led them inside the cave i happened to look up, this was very clear in my mind, I saw him, standing 30 yards off, but seeming infinately closer as my eyes seemed to zoom in on his form. The paled coat had a slightly reddis hue around his face, the feline was beautiful, a cougar, no mistaking it, though in my mind I usually refered to him as "mountain cat," I sometimes called him the other names of the species.
The wolverine had settled with her cubs, and started to bare the next litter. I had the forboding feeling that the mountain cat I had seen would come and slay them, I wasn't worried about myself, just the wolverines, for the mother was weakened after bearing the three small pups.
Then he came, through the hole I first saw the large paw, I attempted to block him out with a pillow of all things (granted, it was a large, heavy pillow, but it was a pillow nonetheless). For the moment he was thwarted, but he tried again and I could not hold his bulk back, so I embrased him, wrapping my arms around the feline's body and crashing to the cave's floor. For some reason beyond me he didn't fight, he didn't struggle, he just lay there in my arms, long body stretched the length of the cave. Throughout the night I laid there next to him, stroaking the soft, yet at the same time coarse fur and murmuring softly. I knew that if I let got he'd kill the wolverine's pups, but why he wasn't trying to get away from me I didn't know.
The morning came and I left, I took the cougar with me, leaving the wolverine with her cubs, knowing she was strong enough now to defend them, but still wary of the mountain cat's intentions upon the pups. I carried him over one shoulder down the cliffs and through the massive ravine that flanked the city. Again, he did not complain or sturggle, just stayed there, purring. It was obvious he wasn't full grown as I could carry him and not be hindered too greatly, but his length was still longer than the height I claim.
In the city few took notice of the fact I had a cougar draped over my shoulder. Once confident that he was far enough not to bother going and harming the wolverines I set him down. He looked at me with searching eyes. Beautiful eyes, pale they were, I could not tell if they were gold or blue, but they were one of them. I found his name, though forgot it. For certain it was a lyrical, beautiful name that I can not begin to remember and regret losing, but apparently Meht'hy'as (met-HII-as) was an acceptable replacement as he responded to it.
I found we could communicate through thought, also, that Meht'hy'as could take human form as well. I admit it, he's handsome in both of his carnations, I might say GLAWK (Good-Looking and Well-Kept) as well.
At one point I was told I had the gift of "Transfigureation," though I'm uncertain if it meant I could transfigure myself, as I don't recall turning into anything in my dream.
I think I fell in love with him in my dream, in one way or another, not necessarily romanticly, but I needed him. He told me through the mind-link we shared as we were leaving the city again in search of the cave, "Before you came, I was free, but alone," now . . . now what else did he say, "now I am bound, but would not have it any other way." He had been laying on the rock, waiting for me to climb down, ears flicking slightly and paws stretched before him. I'm uncertain of what I did immediately after that, but we descended from the cliff and started wandering the system of ravines and caves. To say the least we could not find the cave, though there were others who were roaming the larger cave systems of the area. Strange, these other caves were slick with moss, the rock was either black stone painted green, or the rock itself was green.
We meandered into one a short ways, but turned back as it served no real purpose to explore it without light. The people in the dream, I knew, from times past, some recent, some farther removed, but I knew and recognized everyone I saw, but I could not name them now.
Hmm, Meht'hy'as, such a beautiful beast, and, at the same time, a man very much my age, but his eyes were infinately older and wiser.
Awake, it makes me think of the lirbond expressed in Jennifer Robberson's books, yet differant. Hmm, a guide perhaps, maybe. Definately a comforter. I don't know, it was just so peculiar.
I have so few dreams with cougars in them. The last I recall was months ago when I was inside that cement building, a cougress behind a wire-link cage in the corner with her cubs. I remember sitting next to her with the cubs. Hmm, slight similarities, but her coat was smoky grey, and I can't recall those of the cubs.
I found a cave in the oddly layered rock, just large enough for the four of us to get in, though it expanded outwards once inside and had light leeking in from small holes. As I led them inside the cave i happened to look up, this was very clear in my mind, I saw him, standing 30 yards off, but seeming infinately closer as my eyes seemed to zoom in on his form. The paled coat had a slightly reddis hue around his face, the feline was beautiful, a cougar, no mistaking it, though in my mind I usually refered to him as "mountain cat," I sometimes called him the other names of the species.
The wolverine had settled with her cubs, and started to bare the next litter. I had the forboding feeling that the mountain cat I had seen would come and slay them, I wasn't worried about myself, just the wolverines, for the mother was weakened after bearing the three small pups.
Then he came, through the hole I first saw the large paw, I attempted to block him out with a pillow of all things (granted, it was a large, heavy pillow, but it was a pillow nonetheless). For the moment he was thwarted, but he tried again and I could not hold his bulk back, so I embrased him, wrapping my arms around the feline's body and crashing to the cave's floor. For some reason beyond me he didn't fight, he didn't struggle, he just lay there in my arms, long body stretched the length of the cave. Throughout the night I laid there next to him, stroaking the soft, yet at the same time coarse fur and murmuring softly. I knew that if I let got he'd kill the wolverine's pups, but why he wasn't trying to get away from me I didn't know.
The morning came and I left, I took the cougar with me, leaving the wolverine with her cubs, knowing she was strong enough now to defend them, but still wary of the mountain cat's intentions upon the pups. I carried him over one shoulder down the cliffs and through the massive ravine that flanked the city. Again, he did not complain or sturggle, just stayed there, purring. It was obvious he wasn't full grown as I could carry him and not be hindered too greatly, but his length was still longer than the height I claim.
In the city few took notice of the fact I had a cougar draped over my shoulder. Once confident that he was far enough not to bother going and harming the wolverines I set him down. He looked at me with searching eyes. Beautiful eyes, pale they were, I could not tell if they were gold or blue, but they were one of them. I found his name, though forgot it. For certain it was a lyrical, beautiful name that I can not begin to remember and regret losing, but apparently Meht'hy'as (met-HII-as) was an acceptable replacement as he responded to it.
I found we could communicate through thought, also, that Meht'hy'as could take human form as well. I admit it, he's handsome in both of his carnations, I might say GLAWK (Good-Looking and Well-Kept) as well.
At one point I was told I had the gift of "Transfigureation," though I'm uncertain if it meant I could transfigure myself, as I don't recall turning into anything in my dream.
I think I fell in love with him in my dream, in one way or another, not necessarily romanticly, but I needed him. He told me through the mind-link we shared as we were leaving the city again in search of the cave, "Before you came, I was free, but alone," now . . . now what else did he say, "now I am bound, but would not have it any other way." He had been laying on the rock, waiting for me to climb down, ears flicking slightly and paws stretched before him. I'm uncertain of what I did immediately after that, but we descended from the cliff and started wandering the system of ravines and caves. To say the least we could not find the cave, though there were others who were roaming the larger cave systems of the area. Strange, these other caves were slick with moss, the rock was either black stone painted green, or the rock itself was green.
We meandered into one a short ways, but turned back as it served no real purpose to explore it without light. The people in the dream, I knew, from times past, some recent, some farther removed, but I knew and recognized everyone I saw, but I could not name them now.
Hmm, Meht'hy'as, such a beautiful beast, and, at the same time, a man very much my age, but his eyes were infinately older and wiser.
Awake, it makes me think of the lirbond expressed in Jennifer Robberson's books, yet differant. Hmm, a guide perhaps, maybe. Definately a comforter. I don't know, it was just so peculiar.
I have so few dreams with cougars in them. The last I recall was months ago when I was inside that cement building, a cougress behind a wire-link cage in the corner with her cubs. I remember sitting next to her with the cubs. Hmm, slight similarities, but her coat was smoky grey, and I can't recall those of the cubs.
