Morpheus is the Greek God of dreams. He is said to be the son of Nyx (the Goddess of night) and Hypnos (the God of sleep.)
He is the eldest of the triplet brothers called the Oneiroi along with Phobetor AKA Icelus (God of nightmares and takes the forms of animals/monsters in dreams)
and Phantasos (God of objects in dreams)
Morpheus becomes the various people in one's dreams.
He sends messages to our subconscious in our dreams so that the Gods can communicate with us in that altered state of sleep.
The drug Morphine is named after Morpheus.
When one was dreaming they are said to be 'in the arms of Morpheus.'
The words Morphed, Metamorphose, metamorphosis are all based upon His name.
Morpheus is the husband of Iris The greek Goddess of Rainbows, another of the Gods' messengers.
Morpheus and Iris by Houasse
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Lines wrote invoking Morpheus on July 27th 2014(about 2am, LOL)
By Ginger Strivelli
Blessed Morpheus keeper of dreams,
I come praying to you again it seems,
let me sleep, breaking free- the hold of reality,
to wander and wonder through some fantasy.
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Lines I wrote 1:25am August 30th, 2014
Insomnia my old friend,
alas, we meet again,
I dislike you less,
than the nightmare darkness,
still I will admit I miss,
the embrace of Morpheus.
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Ovid said of Morpheus (In his Metamorphosis):
"King Sleep was father of a thousand sons - indeed a tribe -
and of them all, the one he chose was Morpheus,
who had such skill in miming any human form at will.
No other Oneiro can match his artistry in counterfeiting men:
their voice, their gait, their face - their moods; and, too,
he imitates their dress precisely and the words they use most frequently."
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As a Psychic I often have very strange dreams, I rarely take the time to record them before they 'fade away' from memory. Here are a couple I did record though.
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As I finally got to lay down in Beth's livingroom recliner after traveling 20-some hours
back to the USA from Egypt monday night, I was hurting all over, my muscles all twitching in aches.
I fell asleep and dreamed a rather clearly formed message dream.
I was just in a normal daily setting, except, ya know how on the iphone if you push the wrong thing all your apps and stuff start twitching
then if you click on them you can delete them? Well everything in my sight was twitching ( likely cause all my sore muscles were.)
So this tree was annoying me, so I deleted it. ( As I had been trying to fall asleep a tree out Beth's livingroom window appeared
to have Arabic writing down the trunk, which I knew it didn't but my tired eyes still saw it,
so figure that annoying tree had me dreaming of the one I deleted lol) Then this chair annoyed me so deleted it. (Had been wedged into tiny airplane seats for hours and hours ya know )
Then I deleted a group of annoying people, ( cause people always on my nerves lol) then several particular annoying people
( no, I don't recall who exactly, but if you think perhaps one was you, feel free to be offended that my subconscious wants to delete you.)
Anyway, this went on till I looked around and found myself alone on a void, no floor, no walls, no sky, no one,
nothing was annoying me anymore cause I had deleted them all.
ROFL. Ok Morpheus, I get the message, just cause so many things and people annoy me I can't just get rid of them all
cause everything annoys me and I can't live in an empty void. Ok ok I get the message.
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This one I shared on my facebook page because so many facebook friends appeared it it, as it was one night
after I'd been online with them for hours working on a Pagan Activism issue they were helping me with.
(I have taken out last names here)
(Interesting this was today, the day I was out 'fighting city hall or in this case the schools for religious freedom and all.
I always have weird dreams, the curse of psychics....but I was up late with Cranky Harmony
and had been pitching the hizzy fit all afternoon and preparing for my day of activism work...and fell asleep in the recliner
so this was a real weird one, that I now call the 'rollin' rollin' rollin' dream LOL)
I was with a group of cohorts (many of y'all on FB) on my way to a wedding/protest of some disney movie bout broken families...
and the Joker and the super models (though one was short, hairy and UGLY) were fighting us, but the gnomes were helping us,
and we 'got away' and were in some weird little cars singing 'rollin rollin rollin' to some western tune going 'out west' to the protest.
Candy was a bridesmaid and helped me find a bra, when mine broke, She stole it from one of the bad-guy super models so it was too big
but someone said 'make it work' (it wasn't Tim Gunn, LOL)....Go Candy.
Beth was assuring me she had the cameras! LOL(Sounds like us in Greece)
Sean was the hotel manager who kept hitting on me while I was busy going to right wrongs...
and Byron was the maid or nanny or something in the room where we were getting dressed,
making us hurry along to our little cars to get going, she had a rolling pin
.......rollin rollin rollin
Sybilsue had crashed her little car, her big yellow helmet crumbled and she left a big hole int he wall but
the Gnomes helped her turn the card around and hide the hole with a potted plant...and she was back with us...
and that was all in a 'hotel' before we were in the cartoon
'rollin rollin rollin' out west' where we were passing the Swiss looking village.
Amethyst had fallen off the stairs (to 'out west' when Balthazar pushed by going to play on the running machine)
but she was ok and had caught up with us,
'rollin rollin rollin'
in bridal attire and all....damn it, it was getting good we were passing these cute little swiss looking snow covered buildings going 'out west'...
rollin rollin rollin That dang song was stuck in my head for days after this dream.
and Sean woke me up before we got there 'out west' to stop that movie or whatever it was form being shown or made or whatever....LOL
(Pamela later informed me the song is called Rawhide, where the HADES did that get into my head from????)
-----------------------------------------------------The Dream by Lord Byron I Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality, And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy; They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off waking toils, They do divide our being; they become A portion of ourselves as of our time, And look like heralds of eternity; They pass like spirits of the past -they speak Like sibyls of the future; they have power - The tyranny of pleasure and of pain; They make us what we were not -what they will, And shake us with the vision that's gone by, The dread of vanished shadows -Are they so? Is not the past all shadow? -What are they? Creations of the mind? -The mind can make Substances, and people planets of its own With beings brighter than have been, and give A breath to forms which can outlive all flesh. I would recall a vision which I dreamed Perchance in sleep -for in itself a thought, A slumbering thought, is capable of years, And curdles a long life into one hour. II I saw two beings in the hues of youth Standing upon a hill, a gentle hill, Green and of mild declivity, the last As 'twere the cape of a long ridge of such, Save that there was no sea to lave its base, But a most living landscape, and the wave Of woods and corn-fields, and the abodes of men Scattered at intervals, and wreathing smoke Arising from such rustic roofs: the hill Was crowned with a peculiar diadem Of trees, in circular array, so fixed, Not by the sport of nature, but of man: These two, a maiden and a youth, were there Gazing -the one on all that was beneath Fair as herself -but the boy gazed on her; And both were young, and one was beautiful: And both were young -yet not alike in youth. As the sweet moon on the horizon's verge, The maid was on the eve of womanhood; The boy had fewer summers, but his heart Had far outgrown his years, and to his eye There was but one beloved face on earth, And that was shining on him; he had looked Upon it till it could not pass away; He had no breath, no being, but in hers: She was his voice; he did not speak to her, But trembled on her words; she was his sight, For his eye followed hers, and saw with hers, Which coloured all his objects; -he had ceased To live within himself: she was his life, The ocean to the river of his thoughts, Which terminated all; upon a tone, A touch of hers, his blood would ebb and flow, And his cheek change tempestuously -his heart Unknowing of its cause of agony. But she in these fond feelings had no share: Her sighs were not for him; to her he was Even as a brother -but no more; 'twas much, For brotherless she was, save in the name Her infant friendship had bestowed on him; Herself the solitary scion left Of a time-honoured race. -It was a name Which pleased him, and yet pleased him not -and why? Time taught him a deep answer -when she loved Another; even now she loved another, And on the summit of that hill she stood Looking afar if yet her lover's steed Kept pace with her expectancy, and flew. III A change came o'er the spirit of my dream. There was an ancient mansion, and before Its walls there was a steed caparisoned: Within an antique Oratory stood The Boy of whom I spake; -he was alone, And pale, and pacing to and fro: anon He sate him down, and seized a pen, and traced Words which I could not guess of; then he leaned His bowed head on his hands and shook, as 'twere With a convulsion -then rose again, And with his teeth and quivering hands did tear What he had written, but he shed no tears. And he did calm himself, and fix his brow Into a kind of quiet: as he paused, The Lady of his love re-entered there; She was serene and smiling then, and yet She knew she was by him beloved; she knew - For quickly comes such knowledge -that his heart Was darkened with her shadow, and she saw That he was wretched, but she saw not all. He rose, and with a cold and gentle grasp He took her hand; a moment o'er his face A tablet of unutterable thoughts Was traced, and then it faded, as it came; He dropped the hand he held, and with slow steps Retired, but not as bidding her adieu, For they did part with mutual smiles; he passed From out the massy gate of that old Hall, And mounting on his steed he went his way; And ne'er repassed that hoary threshold more. IV A change came o'er the spirit of my dream. The Boy was sprung to manhood: in the wilds Of fiery climes he made himself a home, And his Soul drank their sunbeams; he was girt With strange and dusky aspects; he was not Himself like what he had been; on the sea And on the shore he was a wanderer; There was a mass of many images Crowded like waves upon me, but he was A part of all; and in the last he lay Reposing from the noontide sultriness, Couched among fallen columns, in the shade Of ruined walls that had survived the names Of those who reared them; by his sleeping side Stood camels grazing, and some goodly steeds Were fastened near a fountain; and a man, Glad in a flowing garb, did watch the while, While many of his tribe slumbered around: And they were canopied by the blue sky, So cloudless, clear, and purely beautiful, That God alone was to be seen in heaven. V A change came o'er the spirit of my dream. The Lady of his love was wed with One Who did not love her better: in her home, A thousand leagues from his, -her native home, She dwelt, begirt with growing Infancy, Daughters and sons of Beauty, -but behold! Upon her face there was a tint of grief, The settled shadow of an inward strife, And an unquiet drooping of the eye, As if its lid were charged with unshed tears. What could her grief be? -she had all she loved, And he who had so loved her was not there To trouble with bad hopes, or evil wish, Or ill-repressed affliction, her pure thoughts. What could her grief be? -she had loved him not, Nor given him cause to deem himself beloved, Nor could he be a part of that which preyed Upon her mind -a spectre of the past. VI A change came o'er the spirit of my dream. The Wanderer was returned. -I saw him stand Before an altar -with a gentle bride; Her face was fair, but was not that which made The Starlight of his Boyhood; -as he stood Even at the altar, o'er his brow there came The selfsame aspect and the quivering shock That in the antique Oratory shook His bosom in its solitude; and then - As in that hour -a moment o'er his face The tablet of unutterable thoughts Was traced -and then it faded as it came, And he stood calm and quiet, and he spoke The fitting vows, but heard not his own words, And all things reeled around him; he could see Not that which was, nor that which should have been - But the old mansion, and the accustomed hall, And the remembered chambers, and the place, The day, the hour, the sunshine, and the shade, All things pertaining to that place and hour, And her who was his destiny, came back And thrust themselves between him and the light; What business had they there at such a time? VII A change came o'er the spirit of my dream. The Lady of his love; -Oh! she was changed, As by the sickness of the soul; her mind Had wandered from its dwelling, and her eyes, They had not their own lustre, but the look Which is not of the earth; she was become The queen of a fantastic realm; her thoughts Were combinations of disjointed things; And forms impalpable and unperceived Of others' sight familiar were to hers. And this the world calls frenzy; but the wise Have a far deeper madness, and the glance Of melancholy is a fearful gift; What is it but the telescope of truth? Which strips the distance of its fantasies, And brings life near in utter nakedness, Making the cold reality too real! VIII A change came o'er the spirit of my dream. The Wanderer was alone as heretofore, The beings which surrounded him were gone, Or were at war with him; he was a mark For blight and desolation, compassed round With Hatred and Contention; Pain was mixed In all which was served up to him, until, Like to the Pontic monarch of old days, He fed on poisons, and they had no power, But were a kind of nutriment; he lived Through that which had been death to many men, And made him friends of mountains; with the stars And the quick Spirit of the Universe He held his dialogues: and they did teach To him the magic of their mysteries; To him the book of Night was opened wide, And voices from the deep abyss revealed A marvel and a secret. -Be it so. IX My dream is past; it had no further change. It was of a strange order, that the doom Of these two creatures should be thus traced out Almost like a reality -the one To end in madness -both in misery.
