(Saturday, November 4, 2017) full moon Taurus / tarot ten of cups reversed
This dream travels through my night, continuing between periods of sleep and wakefulness.
It begins at work. Engineers are developing a new product within a very large brown box. As a designer, I am required to create the visuals for the outside of the Kraft box.
I have decided to cut seven circular holes along the bottom edge of the box. As I move from circular cut-out to circular cut-out, the position of each circle changes. They rise like notes in a musical scale.
This upsets the engineers. They want the openings to be at equal levels. I tell them I have another box in storage. I can grab the new box and start over. But that means they too will need to start over, so they reject my idea. I have to take my extra box and cut it into pieces, taping the sections over the original box, and remaking the circular holes.
I find this process tedious, mirroring obsessive-compulsive behavior. At least the new executive Peter seems to be on my side. I feel his friendship. He is deeply unhappy about his new job.
I notice I am wearing my red flannel nightgown. It is several years old; the sleeves at the elbows are starting to become thin. I leave the room where the engineers work and enter a room with a box full of beautiful clothes made just for me: ocean-blue silks and every color in the rainbow, every fabric imaginable. I try on each garment with tremendous joy and energy. I feel transformed. Awake. Entering a new phase of my life.
Here I physically awaken in the middle of the night. I keep my eyes closed and work to remember details of the dream. When I fall back to sleep, I fall back into the dream. This time, I am working in clay, not cardboard. I am creating a small, box-shaped cottage and the people inside of it. This is my new life: clay sculptor. I have many happy years ahead of me in this life. I have a supportive companion too.
Day notes
On Monday, while I was at our dream retreat in Pillager, the VP of Marketing and the VP of Customer Care & Inside Sales were both “let go.” I say fired. The two women were replaced by one man from Ecolab named Peter, who started already on Thursday. Obviously upper management interviewed people well before the firings took place. People at work are devastated. No one thinks the layoffs are finished. The VP of Marketing and I both started together 13 years ago. She supported me and she got rid of the sexual predator. One of my coworkers pointed out that the CCO, the man behind the firings, keeps hiring young blonde women for VP positions. Creepy.
The harmonics I attempt to create at the office are rejected (openings in the box).
This is my second recent dream where the color brown dominates: Mother Earth, groundedness, stability, autumn, wood, financial and material abundance. Rubedo? Monk’s robe? The color of turkey feathers; the flock has been gathered in our yard for days.
I spent a few hours in my studio today. I started out working on a little clay farmhouse.
