(Tuesday, May 31, 2016) moon: waning crescent Aries / tarot: maiden of blades
I dream of a huge old oak tree that has only just died. It has great, outstretched, barren branches. The leaves have all fallen. I ponder the meaning within the dream itself, but then awaken.
Yesterday I looked through the notebook from my trip to see Sabine two years ago. I found this dream: I wake up in an empty dream-space and say to myself: “I am awake in a dream so I can create the dream.” But no visual dream transpires, so it seems a false awakening within a dream. Or does my soul prefer the emptiness? A clear light dream?