Proposal from My Mountain Man

(Monday, August 15, 2015) moon: waxing gibbous Capricorn / tarot: three of cups

Night dream:

I’m in a hallway of a huge conference center filled with people. The campus is bigger than any real-life events structure. There are many levels that are not visible from where I walk.

I am able to perceive a distant conversation. Remote viewing. Cyndi, my coworker suffering from stage four breast cancer, is standing along the edge of a corridor with a group of people who are commiserating with her story. I am at my most powerful one-on-one but Cyndi is motivated by intimate social groups. I don’t even sense peer pressure. Cyndi is enlivened by it.

Cyndi tells her friends that she and her boyfriend have just broken up. I have influenced the ending of this relationship in some way, according to her tale. Yet her bitterness has no effect on me at all. It causes no fear or hesitation. I walk up to her and embrace her warmly, wrapping my left arm around her shoulder with honest, healing affection.

As we converse, a tall, thin man strides down the hall towards us. Cyndi’s ex-beau. He has silver hair and the air of a mountain man, a man from the West. A bit like Harrison Ford. He is distinguished, an elevated soul. He clarifies his relationship with Cyndi to the group: they only ever were friends, not lovers. He is kind, but firm.

This man and I walk together down many corridors, until we enter a quieter space. We are alone. Suddenly he falls to his knees and begins to weep. He caresses and kisses my hands, confessing his deep passion, his true love for me. I am shocked. Equally in love.

Waking dream:

Thursday afternoon as I left work, Cyndi was sitting outside the office door, soaking up the warm sun. I could see she was in tremendous physical pain. Her last radiology session was causing her nerves to burn all over her upper body. Friday morning she sent me an email apologizing for being “weepy” and I wrote: “Don’t be sorry. Be real. Pain is pain.”

She was unable to work on Friday and today. I had to step in and finish a large project she had underway with Kleopatra in Greece. There were problems with the files Cyndi had created so I was in a virtual conversation with the printer in Amsterdam named Marco. After we got everything sorted out Marco sent me a LinkIn request! That made me laugh and think of my dream. A proposal, albeit for business. From the east, not the west. Lowlands, not mountain highlands.

Day notes:

This dream has elements of contrariness like many of my recent dreams. Cyndi’s tale is opposite the truth, the expression of love from the beautiful mountain man is opposite my expectation. I awake with a physical sensation of opposites.