Dreamed last night that I was quietly entering a darkened theater, and on the stage were two "actors"- I put that in quotations because I knew that they were both actually priests/magicians- and they were presenting a Dionysian ceremonial theater to the audience. They were both robed in red and purple lined with gold over shifts of plain muslin- and both had gold crowns of vine. When I entered, the main priest acknowledged me with a nod of the head and huge twinkly smile, and raised his cup to me. The rest of the audience shifted their attention briefly to me as I sat, and I was enveloped with waves of respect, admiration, and love from all present. I can still see the face of Dionysus on his priest, black bushy bearded and beaming. It was the first thing I recalled upon awakening, and it felt like a benediction. Definitely a dream apart of the usual.
Image is of Dionysus, from a Greco-Roman ceremonial vessel, 1st century BCE.
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