(Thursday, October 19, Oona’s second birthday) waxing crescent moon Sagittarius / tarot Empress
The night was full of dreams.
Dream 1:
I am having a conversation with someone who pays no attention to dreams and doesn’t know there is “dreamwork.” I spend time with them (male? female?), explaining the value of dreams. I don’t go too deep. American culture doesn’t have much interest or respect for the unconscious.
Dream 2:
A group of us, all women, are moving in and out of a large communal bedroom. The structure is like that of my grandmother’s ancestral home, although the comfy beds and elaborate blankets and pillows are similar to the decor of the “castle” our dream group just rented in Merrifield.
I am tired and trying to sleep, at the edge of a queen-size mattress. The bed is meant to hold three of us, which will be a bit confined. In the middle of the night, an aggressive, powerful woman hops into the center of the bed and keeps trying to push me off. She has strong opinions about my tasks, my mission. In her mind, I am not pulling my weight, accomplishing enough. I respect her wisdom and intelligence, but her ego is distracting.
Hoping for some help, I send telepathic messages to a tiny closet next to the bed, covered by a curtain. As a child, that closet felt to me like there were ghosts inside. I have the same kind of closet upstairs in my Rustic Lodge house.
An invisible woman is on the other edge of the bed, perhaps my cousin Karen, who just had pacemaker surgery.
Dream 3 (most lucid dream):
The plastic on-off button on my smart phone has accidentally been pushed inside the metal framing. I need to poke it back out and make sure it is properly attached so it works again. I separate the front and the back of the phone, opening it to the thousands of mechanical pieces.
What a shock. There is a tiny male human working inside the device. An engineer, a mechanic. He has been there from the beginning, the creation of the phone, and I think of him as enslaved. He has been trapped internally, working constantly. There is a whole team of miniature mechanics, too, but I don’t see them. They are working “down below,” inside the complicated equipment.
Surprisingly, he does not feel restrained. Nor do other members of his organization. Even so, I don’t want them quagmired by the reattachment of the front and back of the phone, but I have to do that once I adjust the on-off switch.
This dream feels miraculous. What do the microscopic people actually do? They must be crucial to communication and information, which reminds me of AI, artificial intelligence. But they are not artificial. They are fully alive.
Dream 4:
I am out in the country, shopping for clothes at a charming consignment store. It feels open and pleasant.