(Saturday, February 7, 2015) Waning gibbous moon in Libra / tarot: judgment
I notice that a chunk of dark grey plaster has popped off of the wall in a hallway my husband has just refinished. The plaster piece is intact; it did not shatter in the fall, so he will be able to easily fit it back into place.
I look behind me and see that the small hallway is at the edge of a grand staircase. I realize I am in a huge manor house with fantastically tall ceilings, like Downton Abbey. It is the house from my dream “Shaking Hands with George.” The walls are beautifully patterned paisley in velvety earthtones: green, scarlet and gold. The banisters are delicately carved oak. Rooms are warmed by ornate stone fireplaces. A sitting room floor that I at first think is dated ceramic tile from the 1970s is in fact made of shimmering amber, sienna and white-colored quartz.
Day notes: Got caught up with Downton Abby last night online. I understand the metaphorical aspect of the elegant, elaborate manor house full of treasure. But I also suspect this is a memory of an actual English house I have known, since this is at least the second time it has appeared in my dreams. This dream differs from the earlier dream in that the house furnishings seem fresh and new. In the “George” dream they seem worn with time.