(Friday, June 7, 2019) waning crescent moon Leo, tarot page of swords
I had two intensely emotional dreams this morning, full of detailed physical elements and storylines. The bulk of the second dream has slipped away.
Dream 1: My husband and I live in the most immense house possible. It is the size of a skyscraper, with an uncountable number of floors and huge, spacious rooms, devoid of much decor. I don’t remember seeing any paintings on the walls, but that may be because I am so profoundly shocked at the size of my dwelling.
The structure of the levels reminds me of a dream I had at least a year ago. None of those floors or these have a consistent geometric flow. Some rooms rest at levels halfway below the adjacent room, or halfway above. The striking construction feature is the infinite number of staircases that connect room to room to room, like a drawing by M.C. Escher, or the cover of the recent book I read by James Hillman, “The Dream and the Underworld.”
My spouse looks like an icy-cold version of Jerry Garcia. He has long, thick, curly white hair and his girth is a bit wide. An old hippy. He is busy with his own dry-bone preoccupations, completely uninterested in sharing anything with me, especially when I start to scream at the top of my lungs.
I have been searching for Lola with no success. My heart is shattered. I wail and wail and wail at sonic-boom volume. The usual quiet-me has exploded into the most vocal human on the planet. I have never experienced this kind of despair in my life.
I look down the staircase that leads to the outside, a cavern of steps with no visible bottom. Suddenly I see Lola struggling to rise. I see that the chiseled stone stairs are too tall, causing her aging body pain and tremendous effort. Still, she makes it to the top, causing me relief and joy.
Day notes:
When I wake up I feel the passionate pain in my heart inspired by the perceived loss of my beloved feline. I feel guilty that I have not refilled her Cosequin, an animal joint supplement.
Saturday, June 8, one day after the dream, I take Lola to Blue Pearl veterinary ER. She hasn’t had a UTI for almost two years but has one now. I brought one of her litter boxes upstairs so she doesn’t need to climb up and down all day long. She’s in too much pain for that stressor.
Dream 2: The fragment that remains is of me socializing and walking with coworkers. We seem to be heading to a large meeting or conference. I am surprised to notice that a tall coworker named John has a secret attraction for me. It feels like deep, subtle love.