Cassita – Anya Dream – 18-08-21 – Worked Up

This is the second of two dreams from last night and has a dream within a dream.

I am at and academic conference with Cassita {means little house in Spanish}.We are sharing a hotel room {view of the world}but are not lovers. She has the appearance of being South {Power / dreaming / Unknown – the female South?? Nagal woman ??}. American with dark hair {social self-image} a flowing triangular {Triangle / feeling / dreamer} skirt and a lot of ethnic jewellery including large earrings {ears / feeling, Sensitivity lack of??} She is telling me that she is not happy because I have not been giving her enough attention, spending a lot of time at the conference. I say to her that she has been cold shouldering me.

We go out for a walk, and she storms off down a shopping arcade.

I have a meeting with and ex-student in a piazza {Public space exposure / fear of?}. He is now in personal development and is being sued by a rival company for using what the deem their propriety technology. He is not worried because he knows he has done noting wrong. As we talk his CV falls out of his briefcase. I pick it up off the ground, it is extensive and fairly heavy. I say, “wow you really have been busy”. He says, “yes”. He puts it back in the briefcase and we return to the conference hotel.

I meet some American professors {Knowledge in the common view of the world?}there in the lobby. The conference {need for communication ??} is ending, and they would like to see my prototype. I go over to the front desk and ask for my key, under my name and room #442 {4 = stability or lack of, 2 = humility and understanding / need for or a symbol of destiny, 10 = A new cycle. Impeccability through the repletion of past experiences / warning not to fall into old traps, 1 = Fluidity need for or lack of}.The key {Key = answer / solution to is missing}is out but Cassita has left a note to say that she is in the room. {out there suggestion does the solution lie with the female south?}

We go up to the room {View of the world}and knock on the door {possibility}.Cassita is dressed in a bath robe and has wet hair. She is getting ready for the flight home. On the back of the door are hanging two circuit boards with LED displays and some wiring {electricity the nagal / spirit?}.On the desk is a computer keyboard and a small monitor. I show these briefly to the professors and they are impressed. They want to know what our flight number is, they would like to re-arrange it for us so that we can stay longer and have more discussions. Cassita is holding off using the hair dryer whilst they are there. I look into a pile of papers and find my airline ticket {Air travel – awareness with respect to rational ideas and concepts}the flight is only two {2 =humility and understanding / need for or a symbol of destiny} hours’ time and is not changeable / refundable.

We must hurry. Cassita says that I should go on ahead with the luggage {baggage?} and when she is ready, she will follow.

I am now on the airport bus {Social conditioning}driving through the city. It is very Italian in feel with few high rises. I say to the person next to me, now an old flat mate, that the city is very beautiful and unspoiled. The bus driver seems to get lost, and we disembark onto a mountain {Hope}top with a panoramic view {Perception?}of what seems to be the Andes {South again? Power / dreaming / Unknown} CJ {by predilection CJ is a dreaming scholar}and I are a little hesitant walking close to the edge of a precipice. I know with utter certainty that this is a dream and therefore we do not have to worry.

A small very narrow gap {Bit like door -possibility but a narrow and tiny one/ vague sense of secret mission / therefore destiny} appears in the rock which is just small enough for me to squeeze through. This I do and I beckon CJ to follow me. We are on a platform several metres above what looks to be a research facility {new knowledge?}. I can see a step ladder on wheels and try to hook it with my foot so that we can get down.  I can’t quite reach. Two {2 =humility and understanding / need for or a symbol of destiny} men in white {peace need for?}lab coats see what I am trying to do. They move the ladder so that we can get down. I am known to them. I squeeze through another gap and onto the ladder. I descend {Staircase going down, need to reach for deeper implications and a warning not to become retrospective}to the laboratory floor.

The lab has a lot of electronic {electricity the nagal / spirit?}.devices including oscilloscopes, and chart paper machines {think old school paper seismographs} There are a lot of plastic tubes with coloured fluid in them rigged up to some device.  A young woman is approaching with a syringe full of liquid and a very long needle. She asks if I am ready and with which arm {Arm – Idealism, desire, goal orientation}, I wish to begin. I say the less gangrenous one. Apparently, I have been through this procedure multiple times before. I offer her my left {left side knowledge – feeling}arm and there is a big hole {sense of void rather than lack of }in the inside of my elbow joint. She puts the syringe in and presses a plunger. I can feel a vast amount of liquid being injected. After a few minutes she say that I am now primed and am ready for the next part. I ask her if there will be any side effects. “No, only a few psychic glitches after you have been unplugged.”

They plug me into the machine, {electricity the nagal / spirit?} and it starts to monitor my brain function and vital signs. She takes another huge syringe and places it in the hole in my right {right side knowledge – logic} arm she again injects a vast amount of liquid.

I am now dreaming and dreaming it in. 

I am aware of the lab around me and can see all the oscilloscope screens and chart paper pens twitching. After a while the lady in the white {peace / need for}coat unplugs me and takes me to recovery. She is very happy with what has been achieved.

There is somebody at the door {Possibility}.We let him into the foyer. It is soon obvious he has a bad intention, and he tries to get me to fight him. He puts his revolver {Protection / need for sense of a trap here}on the floor and beckons me to pick it up. I know that this is a pretext for an attack on his part. I refuse to pick it up. He an ex-American military {practical physical action}man is getting very agitated. He then stabs me with a device which inflates and in so doing fills itself with a good quantity of my blood {Takes some of my life essence}. My colleagues come to help me get away from him. He runs off thinking that he will be able to reproduce our results from my blood {my life essence}.

We close the large vault like doors {Possibility} to the laboratory and go up some stairs { stairs ascending – the need to recognise and  eradicate separativeness; or the need to reconcile apparently opposing concepts}to a night-time {Dark – Unknown} square in a South {Power / dreaming / Unknown} American village. Some of the professors from the conference are sat there having cocktails. Somehow, they are connected to the attack and want to know how things are progressing.

“Fine”, I say.

At this moment a small blue {humility and understanding sometimes destiny}plastic container on wheels approaches under remote control. There is a soft white glow {Energy  / power} coming from it and a voice which says, “Hello I am Cassita Anya and I am very glad to meet you.”

One of the professors {Knowledge in the common view of the world?} goes over to the container and takes out the small jewellery { hint of gold – nagal / spirit} figure and holds it in his hands { relationships with life the world around him}. He says that it is a hoax.

At this point Cassita Anya {Anja? The little house of Ajna?}animates herself {Vague sense of magic power?} and stands up on his hand glowing {energy power},“Hello I am Cassita Anya and am very glad to meet you”, she says.

The professor is dumbstruck

The dream ends.

Ancillary comment: earlier this week I was contacted by someone from the female south whom I know to be a Southerly Dreamer.

Last night watching Celebrity Master Chef I was reasonably convinced that Penny Lancaster is a Southerly Stalker.

Yesterday in the supermarket I kept banging into a woman and asking myself where I know her from. She is a woman of Southerly persuasion who used to work in the local Tabac.

It is possible ergo that the “wind”, so to speak, is in the South.

The dream came on an 18 day which is the jewel of the nagal being.

On Monday I am due to have an intravenous general anaesthetic.

This is by far the most dreamy and far out dream I have had for a long time.


The first paragraph usually sets the overall message of the dream. In days gone by, I would have interpreted this in terms of my relationship with my dreamer. It would have suggested that I am not listening to my dreamer. But my dreamer always used to appear as a female with dark brown hair of roughly the same age as me. The woman here is over twenty years younger than me and very challenging. The idea being that one’s female half does not incarnate {if male} yet guides as the dreamer. There is a further technical reason why this interpretation of cooperation with dreamer is not possible

During the course of the dream Cassita changes, implicit by my dreaming, into Cassita-Anya. The body disappears and she becomes transformed into jewellery animated and energetically emissive.

There is a strong intuition that the being Cassita represents something of the nagal woman.

After the first paragraph we are back into the more mundane world Steve shows me his CV, the professors want to see my prototype.

This seems quasi real and shallow dreaming to me. It may mean that there is some interest in my patent application. In fact, the dream colouration here is grey, indicating shallowness.

I travel amidst social conditioning until I am dumped on a technicolour mountain top with a glorious panoramic view of the Andes. The dream now “shifts gear” and I know that I am now deep in the dreaming.

There is hope that I will find the tiniest of possibility into an unknown research facility to explore the unknown, a place of experimentation. It may indicate my destiny, there are two gaps, two possibilities and these are tiny.

In the context of the Nagal / spirit I am taken deeper into the dreaming using both left and right side awareness. It is during this dreaming that I dream in Cassita Anya who is not of a normal form.

There is a warning that someone will try to steal my life essence and I must be wary and take protective measures. They may try to copy what I have done.

They will not believe that which I have helped to created…

There is an alternate explanation and that is I may get treated like a lab rat in “real life”.

Working version which awaits corroboration from the day time dreaming

“If I cooperate with the female side of power {the nagal aspect} in the context of the dreaming I will be able to manifest something transformed. I will have to contend with and transcend social conditioning and disbelief from the common view of the world. There is hope that I can do this and some possibilities for it to happen. I must be impeccable and not fall into old traps. There could be an element of destiny starting to manifest.”

The dream is pointing directly at The Unknown