(Wednesday, July 27, 2022) new moon Cancer / tarot 9 of cups
Bonnie and I are at a conference, sleeping in separate hotel beds. She has scheduled the exact time when we are to wake up and get dressed. I resist. I want to keep dreaming. I desire rest, vacation. Even in my sleep, I am conscious of all of the conversations and presentations at the event.
Finally, I get up and Bonnie is dressed, ready for our travel. The black blouse I grab from my suitcase is very wrinkled, so I need an iron. A secluded, extremely anxious and suffering woman is hidden in a large closet. She hands me an iron and ironing board through the closet door. The iron is full of water. It starts to soak my blouse, and I pour the water out, twice. Once the black blouse is dry and ironed, I find it very elegant. Bonnie and I move on.
Day notes:
This is a very literal dream. Pat had COVID at the IASD conference and had to quarantine in his hotel room, which made him extremely sad. It is a normal function for Bonnie to schedule the bulk of our adventures when we travel together (flights, hotels, etc.) The elegant blouse seems to symbolize my black wings artwork that was exhibited at the conference (and which I had to repair). We experienced a monsoon in Green Valley that poured nearly 8 inches of rain in one hour. Bonnie and I agree that we no longer want to attend the dream conference.