Sacred Nights: A sacred dream

I had a dream just before waking this morning that seems to me to be Antinoan, despite not featuring anybody who resembled the god.

In this dream I am visiting a resort or retreat house with vaguely Frank Lloyd Wright architecture, lots of flagstone floors and plants indoors. One of the features of staying there is a well in the floor which descends into a natural hot well or spring that comes up from deep within the earth. People go down into the well to receive its beneficial properties.

I decide to try the well, even though I am a bit scared because it requires some physical effort. I have to put on a wetsuit like a diver, except that I don’t need anything over my head. I struggle into the suit, which is not easy, and then go down into well; I don’t remember exactly how one gets into or out of the well. It is dim but not dark down there, an open space with stone walls, and the heat feels fantastic. It’s like being in a sauna. I feel peaceful and good.

When I emerge from the well, all my aches and pains have been relieved; I feel enormously better. I talk with a friendly older woman, short-haired, in her sixties or seventies, who has been working with the properties of the well for years, and she advises me on how to make the best use of it. I was trying to stay asleep long enough to continue the dream into a second descent into the healing well, but alas, I couldn’t.