#oneroi

But I also have a nostalgic comfort in Dionysus as someone who grew up on a vineyard. Being a wild and free kid running around the grapevines is something I yearn to go back to.

A draw to Hermes because I yearn to travel and see the world. Because languages are interesting and I wish I had the attention span to be fluent in as many as possible.

Zagreus because of the sheer mystery and amount of lost knowledge about him. He’s an extremely ancient being who’s been reborn through the years over and over, and each time with a slightly altered face and story.

Adonis because of the gender fuckery and lack of a binary that surrounds him. The patron of androgyny and feminine men, a for the girls, the gays and trans people everywhere.

I feel like Hypnos is an amazing dad, Hades Game, Percy Jackson, whatever

Also that the Oneroi are his sons just makes sense

In that sense...

IT MUST REALLY SUCK FOR THE HYPNOS CABIN WHEN SOMEONE DIES

LIKE, SURE, MOST GODS ARE RELATED, BUT HYPNOS CABINS UNCLE IS LITERALLY DEATH

Hypnos be like to his twin, Pwease don't kill my baby I know it's you job but I love em 🥺,

Like he has so many immortal children it's so hard for him to imagine his kids dieing, like he'd put them in a coma to save em or something

I feel like if they do die, or close to death, he may turn them into Oneroi, is that possible??, so he can always be with them

Man can go visit his kids in their DREAMS, Zeus got nothing on him, buddy would be visiting his kids probably to spite him, we all know that one myth

Last note, I feel like Phobetor, God of Nightmares and son of Hypnos, wouldn't give his siblings nightmares, and only them, gives everyone else nightmares too

So, I just learned about the

꧁༺ 𝓞𝓷𝓮𝓻𝓸𝓲 ༻꧂

I think I’m in love.

Their description on Theoi.com is my entire 𝔞𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔱𝔦𝔠

Dark-winged daimones of dreams.

Emerging each night

As a flock of bats,

From the land of eternal darkness

Beyond the rising sun.

Erebos.

Through one of two gates they must pass;

If the gate is of horn:

They carry with them prophetic dreams,

Sent by the gods.

But, if it is of ivory

They carry with them a falsehood

Dreams with no meaning.

And even darker still was the black dream,

Melas oneiros.

Nightmare.

All of these led by Morpheus,

Son of Hypnos.

God who appears in the dreams of kings.

Guised as a man,

Bearing messages from the gods.

Okay, I may have embellished a little, I like free-form poetry.

I guess that’s a sign that I should start re-learning how to use the old things.  I have always tended, however, to prefer more free form divination tools, things with less rigid meanings, where interpretation plays even more of a role.

I would love to find my runes again, but two moves have probably taken them out of my life forever.  I’ll take the fact that I found the tarot cards first as a sign that I could use a little more structure, especially since I am just getting back into the Weird and Wild after a very long hiatus.

I’ve been trying to remember my dreams.  No luck last night, but I did wake up inspired enough to write two poetical spells, and the post I woke up to from @nv11 has me itching to do a little invocation/evocation work.  Technically the work I am doing with Bastet has been an evocation, but it’s less structured than what I mean to be doing getting back into formal wizardry.

I think, tonight, I’ll spend a little time working on an Oneiroi invocation, and see where that takes me.  If you have any suggestions or tips, oh nebulous many-minded hive of the Tumblr magical community, I would love to hear it.