(Friday, June 1, 2018) waxing gibbous moon Capricorn / tarot three of cups reversed
I arrive at the dream conference. It is taking place outdoors, along the bank of a long, deep channel. I walk upon the crown of the slope. The river’s edge has been designed and built into a pleasant promenade.
Ahead of me, to my left, I see a group of dreamers traveling from the bottom of the valley up the steep ravine. Their line is long and several rows across. IASD founding member Rita D. is in the lead. Everyone in the march is a founder or prominent contributor to the foundation.
I look to my right. A pretty stone plaza is scattered with large pieces of paper that display schedules of dream participants. I am surprised to see my stage 4 breast cancer coworker Cyndi is attending the conference. And surprised that these calendars are public information. In fact, it appears that Cyndi has been a member of the IASD for many years. Lori is by my side; we turn around and walk together in the opposite direction along the river bank.
I want to contact Cyndi to ask her more about her conference plans. Lori and I sit on a curb and I try to call Cyndi, but my phone doesn’t work. No matter how many software tweaks I attempt, nothing is fixed. I am no idiot with computers, so this frustrates me tremendously. I feel betrayed by modern technology.
Day notes:
I could not do a Skype call today on my computer because the audio wasn’t working. IT had to help with that and a server connectivity problem. I think I will enjoy Paradise Valley and being away from my broken MacBook.
I hope Rita is well. Cyndi is not. But the dream Cyndi may be Cynthia Cavalli, whom I met last year at the conference. I found a bookmark from her publishing company when I was cleaning this morning. I sent her an email last year but did not get a reply.