(Wednesday, April 17, 2024)
Yesterday I had a bit of a nightmare that I did not write down right away. I was at my family house in the woods, similar to the cabin we had in my childhood, but the landscape looked more like bluff country. My father was maybe in his thirties or forties, still very physically fit. He was intensely angry and aggressive, manic, running with the intention/in-tension to harm anyone that he could capture.
I was able to be strategic. I hid myself under bushes and trees, then rolled myself down the gully to the riverbed, safe from harm.
Daynotes:
My father has dementia now, as did his father.
April 26: This morning I woke up with a new perspective on this dream. Astrologer Deborah O’Connor spent a lot of time expressing her point of view on Chiron in Aquarius in my eight house. She said I have had many lifetimes as a wounded healer, often imprisoned and even murdered. I think of all of the witch dreams I have had, my Joan of Arc dream. I know female herbalists during medieval and renaissance times were often killed or sent to an insane asylum. My dream of being attacked by my “father” (patriarchal society) reaffirms that I need to trust my own process with my health.