(Sunday, March 3, 2024) third quarter moon Sagittarius / tarot nine of pentacles
This dream ambience feels like it matches my Emerson Transcendentalism environment. The sky is dark-dusk. We are near the ocean and there are many community members moving about outdoors and indoors, between hundreds of neighborhood buildings.
The grey sky, the land and the architecture are full of a powerful energy that I can still feel in my “waking” life. Magical, otherworldly, spellbinding. Even the furniture has wizardry. The living and the structural have creative, elemental cores. But it is very subtle: not everyone in my waking life would sense it.
The character actor Tom Wilkinson walks up to greet me. From my perspective, character actors have a 360-degree talent: they might be a good guy, they might be a bad guy, or anything-in-between. “The Full Monty.” They are very different than handsome, romantic heroes.
I have seen many of Tom’s movies, and I am often mesmerized by his artistic gifts. Bonnie played his 2016 film for me, “The Beautiful Fantastic,” which I loved. He passed away in December of 2023, recently. In 2015 I dreamt of Philip Seymour Hoffman immediately after he died. A quote from that dream: “We have a powerful heart connection. Love and genius emanate from him and penetrate every part of my being.”
Tom’s complex personality unnerves me. I know he is here to become my lover, which I ignore. He is famous. I never will be. He honors my apprehension and we wander together, without a touch.
At one point in our journey Tom points to the right, to my sister Jo. She is in her early twenties but is behaving in her young, elementary-school persona. Bossy, aggressive. She has permed curly blond hair that reminds me of fluttering tree leaves. When I wake up I can’t remember why Jo is in the dream. We move on without her, and Tom guides our hike.
We enter a large building of connected homes that face the sea. He coaxes me outdoors, into a fenced-in patio. The horizon is still dusky, and the waves are dark. A couple is sitting in the next-door balcony, “too close for comfort.” But they leave, and I sit with Tom for a little while.
We talk. Mostly, I listen. He reaches out and takes my hand, bringing me back inside to “our” room, an empty space with a wooden floor and wooden walls. It feels medieval, British (which he is). We both lie on the floor, on our sides, facing each other. I sense golden light on the far wall of the room, at the top of our heads, our crown chakras. I don’t know if a fireplace is there or if it is bright star energy. Because my eyes meet with Tom’s, I see the illumination but not the details of the wall. I feel the glow.
I know that we are going to make love, slowly. The dream ends.
Day notes:
When I awoke from this dream, I was thinking about karma. Perhaps Tom represented my many lifetimes, positive and negative, which may have explained my apprehension. The fear and regret of non-spiritual lives. They all need to be embraced. As I have mentioned, Sabina Lucas said this is my last incarnation. Do they ever really stop? Human ending, I guess she meant. Two of my lives were famous, according to Sabina. She was born in 1933. I wonder if she is still with us.
“Tom” means “twin.” It is one of the most popular Hollywood first names.
I just went to see my old coworker Bill play the lead in “The Music Man.” He was great.
Chris’ dementia symptoms seem to be getting stronger. I can’t convince him to be tested. Maybe the “Toms” in my recent dreams are a reminder of what Jeanne’s friend Tom experienced with his wife’s dementia/Alzheimer’s.