(Wednesday, November 26, 2014) Moon: waxing crescent 25% Aquarius / Tarot: three of wands reversed
I’m surrounded by many souls in a rambling, one-story red brick building. It has the feeling of the riverfront by the Stone Arch Bridge: a warehouse space full of colorful places to eat and shop and gather.
I’m wearing a gauzy black dress with a hem to my ankles. The skirt is full and flouncy. I run happily from corner to corner in the huge building. The dress flows and swirls about my lithe and fit body like translucent black winds, like clouds. I run and run without any shortness of breath or fatigue.
In one room I dance past Angela. In another room I experience the energetic body of Chris. He has made the transition from the physical to the spiritual plane. I am very curious about how that feels. His astral body floats a foot or so off the floor, and is a blueish grey color.
In another large hall I see my grandmother seated Indian-style on the floor. I haven’t seen her, even in my dreams, for many years. She asks me a question that we both know I can answer, but before I’m able to reply she tells a bawdy one-liner. I don’t remember the joke when I wake up.
Day notes:
I have this dream that includes my Indian grandmother the same day that I see Roxanne Swentzell on the news.
Another dream of “Angela.” The angelic realm? Roxanne has the same large, dark doe eyes as the two Angelas who are my coworkers in waking life. This dream character seems to be Angela Swenson. Angela Swenson ran her first marathon this fall. Swenson/Swentzell.
I don’t have any grief about Chris and his transition in this dream. I just want to explore and understand the physics and energetics of that other dimension.
This dream has characteristics of Rubedo: celebratory gathering, beautiful colors, red bricks, black light, appearance of the crone or earth mother.
This environment is nearly identical to that of the dream “Pool of Still Water” (red brick buildings and streets) except that this dream has a river running through it. Running water! Was that part of my grandmother’s joke?
I am making some updates to this page (on Friday) when there is a knock at the front door. It’s a city worker. A water main has broken and there is water flowing down the street. “Burst water vein,” says Chris.