(Thursday, December 21, Winter Solstice)
I had lots of dreams last night that have evaporated. But I clearly remember the odd, white, clown-faced alien looking directly at me. Hovering in the air, perhaps. He is so distinctive and overwhelming. Who the heck is he?
(Tuesday, November 21, 2023) first quarter moon Pisces / tarot Strength
I am working on a design project. I realize I need to call Mary and I hesitate. She is the leader now but her design skills aren’t top-shelf. I see pages and pages of her version of my project. They are completely virtual and blurry. The details are not clear. I start to communicate telepathically to her, to clarify how I will finish the graphics with the tidy sharpness I have used for decades.
I realize I am in a living space very high above the earth, miles up in the pale blue sky, perhaps the exosphere. I turn behind me and enter a bedroom where Chris is lying in a single bed full of layers and layers of blankets. A hospital bed? He must be very cold and needing of rest.
I leave him and walk to an open edge, a grand entrance. I have been given a set of white wings that allow me to jump out into the sky. Because I am at such an elevated level I cannot see any features of the planet below. I decide to dive and wait until the surface becomes visible before I open my wings.
Day notes:
I got an email today from my former coworker Bill. He is hoping to be able to work with me again, and he sent kind wishes for Chris. Chris had an MRI on Friday but we still haven’t heard from his orthopedic doctor whether he will have surgery or not.
I seem to be living “top-shelf” in this dream.
Prescient: Chris has an appointment with a surgeon on November 30. I do worry that we both seem to be in heaven, and I return to the earth, leaving him behind.
(Saturday, November 18, 2023) tarot ace of cups “the holy grail”
I dream I am sleeping, a kind of lucidity. The bedroom environment is pure. White and simple. I physically sense loving spiritual energy. No thoughts are obsessing or confusing me. A calm, open, empty mind. Some one else is sleeping near me, in another bed.
I begin to have the prescience that Denisea is about to arrive, and she does. I am grateful for her helpful being.
Day notes:
I have been thinking about asking Denisea to help me paint my upper floor. Her father was a professional painter and she worked with him after she graduated from MCAD.
