"The Beast", the Entity and my Doppelganger

This is a dream I had this morning. I am still in the process of interpreting it, any thoughts on it's possible meanings would be helpful.

Note: I often have dreams of being in a particular cemetery I spent much of my time in as an adolescent. This coincides with changes in my outlook and how I understand myself. As it's most obvious connotation would be Death, it symbolizes an end of a given cycle and beginning of a new one. Kundalini release has everything to do with this (I am ending a 10 year cycle this year, all the signs are there) for those familiar with it's growth, but I'd like to try to keep this focused on the symbolism of the subconscious if we can.

If needed a separate discussion regarding Kundalini cycles and it's connection to dream symbolism could be formed by who ever decides to do so.

Here's the dream:

I am in the cemetery. I can’t tell if I were visiting or waiting for a friend (who is in jail at the moment), but he was in my thoughts momentarily when the dream began. I’m writing on this laptop, sitting against a tree on a steep hillside. I am content with my surroundings and whatever I am writing, though I have no idea what I was writing about. Then “Old Grand Dad”, as it is clear in my mind for some reason, calls my attention. This was without voice or physical gesture, I just knew he was getting my attention.

Aleister Crowley, in his later years, dressed in a black suit complete with cane and top hat, walks out of a dark grove from down the road over to me. We begin talking and it is clear he is in need of solitude, having left a residence of his near by full of guests of his. He seems to have someone on his mind, a woman. He touches on this woman here and there as we lightheartedly discuss some occult topics. He seems to know where we are going and I am comfortable walking with him.

We reach the site he was leading us to - his grave, apparently (though not in reality). It is a large white marble headstone, heavily weather worn and spotted with many greenish-black mosses, about 8 feet long and 5 feet tall, with his name written in a large cursive font below his chiseled death mask, worn and faded as well in the old marble. Another person, or rather, entity, has been with us for some time though I can't recall exactly when it made it's appearance. The entity is a presence that is sensed, not heard or seen, but very clearly there. This seems to barely warrant my interest as Crowley continues to discuss random occult topics with me (neither of us were taking any of it seriously, there seemed to be an understanding that this was not at all what he was really speaking with me about).

After some time (whatever that is in a dream) I request to take a picture of his grave. He produces a camera from nowhere and to my surprise poses in front of the grave. Through the camera I can see the entity standing next to Crowley as white light. White as in so white there is a blue lining, like looking directly at the sun. The entity's aura stretched at least 9 feet high and 3 feet wide - though nothing around it was illuminated from it's brilliance.

I snap the photo, and am puzzled by my face's reflection being somehow superimposed into the picture (this was a digital camera with a viewing screen). I lower the camera and stand face to face with what looks exactly like myself. It gives a knowing smirk, looks away and walks calmly in that direction.

Before I can react there is a vibration in the air. Crowley speaks - "I'm not dead yet". She's saying 'I'm not dead yet'.

He seems very surprised and then quietly delighted in this.

A large white rose falls to the foot of his grave.

A moment later after the strange silence I wake up.


So, I've noticed elements of the past and memory (camera), death and rebirth (cemetery, white rose), and growth (practical use of a computer with no issues). Of course, my personal interpretation will remain personal, but there's no harm in open speculation.

Except if anyone suggests I am in any way related to Crowley. I've already heard it, and that is silly.

It's no surprise dreams like this happen near the full moon... Perhaps I've been more successful in communicating with my subconscious than I imagined.