Skip to main content

Úlfhéðnar


A lone wolf with amber eyes

Photo by Chris Ensminger on Unsplash


October 18: Nap Dream;

I was getting ready to say goodbye to some family friends. We decided to play a game before we said our goodbyes. This was similar to the game tag; however, two people were "it" and not just one. I decided to use a secret technique to win the game. I got down on all fours like an animal, and the game began. My friend looked at me and said something like, "You will be both?" Everything slowed down as I charged forward; it all felt like it was happening in slow motion. My body moved with incredible agility and superhuman dexterity. The dream ended where I had backflipped just out of reach of someone else that had nearly caught me, and I was smiling.


In many dreams before this one, to become animalistic was often the solution to my problems. A loud roar that thundered from somewhere deep within would signal various stages of my transformation, and my humanity would slowly fade away. This was the first time I ever did something like this for fun.


As a beast, I was unrestrained, angry, fearful, and unbreakable. I would physically tear people in many dreams in half; I would pull the limbs off of ghosts with my teeth and swallow them whole. At my absolute worst, I could level city blocks with a pound of my fist. I often faced down demons or giants while blessed by God with this all-consuming rage.


The best word to describe what happened in these dreams would have to be "Úlfhéðnar." The Úlfhéðnar, wolf-skinned, are berserker warriors that take after wolves and not bears. These Warriors were known for their fierce trance-like rage and their seemingly supernatural feats of strength. They were said to howl and or growl like animals, foaming at the mouth as they fought in their frenzied state. In my waking mind, I never understood why He would make me such a monster to overcome my demons.


However, I think I understand it now. The monster was the side of me. I was too afraid to express. It was my voice; that is to say, it was my thoughts and opinions. All of me that I had bound deep inside was spilling out, and that scared me. Anger was originally my motivator for me to express myself, but not anymore. I don't need to be angry to speak my mind. I have learned that I can express my opinion/feelings at any time, and if people don't like it, then that's fine. I like this dream. It was fun.


Citations:

Gillan, Joanna. “Viking Berserkers – Fierce Warriors or Drug-Fuelled Madmen?” Ancient Origins, Ancient Origins, 26 May 2019, 22:57, www.ancient-origins.net/myths-legends/viking-berserkers-fierce-warriors-or-drug-fuelled-madmen-001472.

McCoy, Daniel. “Berserkers and Other Shamanic Warriors.” Norse Mythology for Smart People, norse-mythology.org/gods-and-creatures/others/berserkers-and-other-shamanic-warriors/.

Wade, Jenny. “Battle Trance & War Magic.” Of Wolf and Man, Of Wolf and Man, 28 Oct. 2018, ofwolfandmanbook.wordpress.com/2018/10/28/battle-trance-war-magic/.


Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Afro-American Zeitgeist

Photo by Ali Hajian on Unsplash The Afro-American Zeitgeist : A Summary of Unconscious Thoughts on Race (Part 1) July 30th, Passionless Bliss : "I am not afraid of death because death is invisible. If I can't see where it's going or what it is doing, is it doing anything at all? However, I am afraid of empty buildings because they confirm the reality of death's existence." Or, in simpler terms, Ignorance is bliss until reality hits. My dreams began by directly addressing my unwillingness to look into the deaths of African-Americans across the country. Despite my lack of knowledge, I became seriously opinionated about the nature of the incidents themselves, almost refusing to consider blackness as a factor. However, after the first dream, I began an investigation to prove blackness had nothing to do with these deaths. In the following paragraphs, I will take you through the sequence of dreams, which forced me to come to the conclusions, or at least my current stan...
2 comments
Read more

Moros Marble

Photo by The Ian on Unsplash I had this dream a few years ago. In it, a young man stood facing a town just on the horizon. His eyes had a glint, and he had a small marble in his hand. With the flick of his finger, it went flying towards the city. The marble flew at such high speeds that time itself seemed to stop. The marble bounced off of buildings and light poles. It went through pipes, across fire hydrants, and it flew by hundreds of cars. After crisscrossing the entire town, it came rolling back to the young man right outside of town. The young man lifted the front of his boot as the marble approached and then stomped his foot down as it stopped underneath it. The marble entered a hole at the bottom of his shoe and came rolling out of his shirt sleeve and into his hand. Afterward, he shoved his hand into his pocket and turned his back to the city. He began to walk away, a smile on his face. As time returned to normal, the city collapsed under the force of several powerful explosio...
Post a Comment
Read more

Son of Jupiter

A nap dream (9/8/21) Jupiter Victor: he who has the power of conquering everything Jupiter Ruminus: Breastfeeder of every living thing A young Roman finds himself in Olympus, the house of the Gods. It appeared as though he had stepped into a cloud that had been intricately carved into the shape of a room. As the room formed around him, gods began to greet each other from within the chaos.  The young man walks towards the edge of the room and looks out into a vast swirling of angry black clouds. Thunder rumbles loudly, and beneath it is the roar of some dangerous monstrosity just out of sight. Out of that vast darkness, the figure of a man begins to take shape. Starting with a head and a strong beard before the rest of him in the same manner.  The young man looked at his father in disgust, Jupiter, the king of the gods. With no hesitation, the god-king began to approach his son, who was still standing at the edge of Olympus. I felt like I was watching a father approach his son;...
Post a Comment
Read more