(Friday, June 2, 2023) full moon Scorpio / tarot Strength
I awaken on my spine, in bed at my Rustic Lodge upper story. I’m not sure of my age. I have a childlike sensibility. Kitty Snowball is quietly wandering around.
I notice the energy of an invisible, haunting spirit in the room next to my bedroom. The haunt keeps throwing a large, square pillow at me, and I toss it back again and again. I don’t feel I am in danger, but the aggressive spirit makes me sad and frustrated. I don’t deserve these arial pillow attacks. Is it an amusement for the ghost?
I can feel multiple generations in my attic. Perhaps the ghost lived here a long time ago and does not want to leave. The haunt must think I am taking over the bedroom.
I decide to end the pillow fight and head down the steep, narrow stairs. On the main floor, I discover that both of my parents have just passed away. They have been in sufficient health, so this is a surprise. In my mind’s eye I see them lying together, facing the earth. Their bodies have begun to decay and their skin is now shell-like (rigor mortis?). I wonder if they have turned into seeds.
Is the first part of the dream half in the dream and half in walking life? The ghost seems like he wants to play, but is too aggressive.
I wonder if the dream is a “practice” of when your parents will pass. I love that they are turning into seeds. I picture your parents being so connected to nature.