(Sunday, May 31, 2015) Moon: waxing gibbous Scorpio / tarot: four of swords
Lots of dreams lately, few of them sticking. Too tired, I think.
I had a brief, apparition-style dream this morning. A spirit materializes beneath the green art table in the basement where Chris stores empty canvases and sketch books. I see a ghostly head form beneath the floor, in the earth, then rise up into the table and above it. The spirit is regal: wearing a huge crown, heavy robes and layers of jewels. A voice tells me he is a Scandinavian king.
Day notes:
Why not a Nordic king instead of a Scandinavian king? When I wake I think it is Chris in a past life, but there is no dream evidence for that other than my own intuition. Chris’ genetic history is Danish and Norwegian. He is the king of near-death experiences, that is for sure.
The tarot card I drew this morning shows a sarcophagus with a stone sculpture of a knight resting on the lid. A stained glass window shines behind the tomb. A woman and child are portrayed in the glass.