(Sunday, September 13, 2020) waning crescent moon Leo / tarot six of cups
My boss, creative director Louis, is ridiculing me and slowly working toward getting me removed. Fired. I resist by leaving our workspace, heading outside and crawling onto the rooftop. I lie along the very peak of the roof, wrapped in a pure, white linen gown that covers my feet, hands and face. The boss heads outside too, peering up at the roof, but my white fabric garment keeps me hidden from him.
Irritated, exacerbated, the boss starts to stroll aggressively down the city sidewalk. He is talking out loud about all of the reasons he wants me gone. I roll down the roof and begin to walk on the opposite side of the street, keeping my distance.
In this dream I am most conscious of being the Observer Me. Observer Me warns my escaping, highly feminine self to be much more careful, to turn onto a side street and head inside the safety of the old Holy Angel convent on 66th and Nicollet.
Day notes:
My work computer crashed on Friday. And our Chief Marketing Officer seemed to warn us on Thursday that layoffs could be coming.
Last week our beautiful white linen drapes arrived from West Elm. My bedroom does feel like I sleep on the top peak of the house.
The fires are out of control on the west coast.