Author: Denise

(Wednesday, October 12, 2022) waning gibbous moon Taurus / tarot king of cups

I’m attending a conference in a large communal building, a hotel. A friend is to my left, the soul of Bonnie, although she doesn’t look like Bonfire. The friend is an active, in-charge person, but I am not. I am insecure, dejected.

We attendees are all sleeping. We are dreaming of our conscious awareness. I wake up here and there, then fall back into dreamland. One moment of my sorrow occurs when I wake up briefly and try to find some clothes to wear at the event. I look inside a big, almost-empty cardboard box to my left. All I can find is a crumpled, long-sleeve black shirt. Sadly, I will stand out as neglectful from my lack of beautiful dress.

I fall back to sleep for a few seconds and wake up again. This time I turn to my right. Behind me I discover a huge box, full of lovely things for me to wear. I feel a huge sense of nearly tearful relief.

Day notes:

I had a strong sensation at our Monday night dream group that I contribute nothing. I am not able to work dreams from a psychological or social perspective, and that is usually the most helpful feedback for a dreamer. Pat is very psychic but also brilliant at the psychology of dreaming. I just can’t do it, which makes me feel stupid.

Clothes to wear: Awareness? Lack of awareness, abundant awareness.

(Thursday, October 6, 2022) waxing gibbous moon Pisces / tarot eight of cups

A recurring dream wakes me up early this morning. I’m in our historical house with Chris. He is lying comfortably in a double bed in one of the many bedrooms. I move from room to room and pull away wallpaper, pull away old carpet. One piece of paper on a ceiling reveals a large, decorative set of windows. Some are oval. Skylights.

Beneath the paper and rugs are completely restored wood floors and plaster walls. The structure of the house is strongly maintained. I tell Chris it is an easy task for me to paint the rooms in our home. We are both pleased that caring for the old building is something I can manage on my own.

I move to a large bedroom and notice several sets of open cabinets near the far wall. When I peek inside, I see many starving stray cats and kittens. I panic immediately and go to the kitchen to grab cans of food for the grieving, anxious felines. What a relief I have found them! I want them to thrive. One distinctive glass jar of food is highly decorative, almost Victorian in style. It seems medicinal.

The dream has many visual details that are very engaging, even when I wake up.

Day notes:

I spent time with coworkers yesterday and some of us discussed cats and strays. My friend Mary drove me home from the event and she commented on the beautiful houses in the neighborhood.

I had my quarterly meeting with my financial advisor and she told me not to worry about the repairs we have been making to the house. She says it will work out fine. We are waiting for the painter who did our porch to give us a bid for the eaves.

Because of the strays in the dream, I made a donation today to one of the animal rescue nonprofits I support, the Humane Society. In the evening a story came up on the news about 4,000 beagles they have saved.