Author: Denise

(Thursday, October 19, 2017) new moon Libra / tarot Crone of Pentacles

Astrologers say Neptune is in Scorpio, causing deep dreaming. Certainly true for me.

I am the Observer, in a nursing home. Chris occupies a room, lying on a bed in a coma. He has been in this state for years. A mature woman (me!) and a young man (Cullan!) are his caregivers. Cullan can’t take the strain any longer and departs.

The Observer me glides in my spirit body along the corridors. I find fresh blood staining the door trim of several rooms in the facility. It is Chris’ blood. His consciousness rises slightly from the coma state at times, and he sleep walks. Then he falls, injuring his head and different parts of his body. I lucidly understand that he metaphorically entered the coma state after his brain tumor surgery. Craniotomy. He is not fully conscious. I see flashes of his old self, but they are rare.

The dream shifts to the entrance of the home. I am still the Observer. I walk down a hallway decorated with exquisite Danish and Scandinavian wood carvings, painted in beautiful pastel colors. I am astonished by the perfection of the craftsmanship. At the end of the hallway, where the corridor makes a ninety-degree turn, sits an ancient Danish woman with thick white hair. Powerful Scandinavian matriarch. She looks directly at me with her pale, crystal blue eyes. Is it Mama Kay? Curiously, I cannot access Chris’ room from this part of the building.

Day notes:

Chris’ ancestry is Danish and Norwegian. Cullan was blown away by the culture of design genius in Copenhagen.

I will be away next weekend, so of course I worry Chris will fall.

Yesterday our VP of marketing flew down to a nursing home in Louisville where we had donated a large amount of healthcare products.

(Tuesday, October 17, 2017) waning crescent Libra / tarot Maiden of Pentacles

This dream is the opposite of Paradise Valley. My father drives our family up a mountainside to a resort on the peak. We all lie down in our rented room to rest from our long journey. Everyone but me falls asleep. I am wide awake. I am waiting for a package to arrive, so I go to the hotel parcel delivery room. Through spacious lobby windows I notice amazing homes and castles built on the very tips of surrounding mountain tops. I am mesmerized. I cannot begin to fathom such a miraculous construction process. Like the eternal mystery of Machu Picchu.

(Monday, October 16, 2017)

A long, beautiful, highly visual dream. Does the clarity and elegance of dream imagery have a relationship to lucidity?

The dream begins in Paradise Valley, Arizona, with my team mates Alysia and Brandon. We are working in an expansive, single-story resort whose rooms are full of light. Soon the dream transitions to the 2018 IASD conference.

A very distinguished writer, perhaps Robert Moss or Andrew Harvey (translator of The Tibetan Book Of The Dead) or Andrew Holocek, is seated on a brown leather couch in the lobby, interviewing potential conference attendees. As I wait to speak to him, I notice the lobby door: a large, heavy, hand-carved oak barrier, designed to protect visitors from dangerous brown bears. The bears sometimes still find a way in, through the massive door. That’s how powerful they are.

People are carefully constructing thoughtful, complex questions for Andrew/Robert. Entrance exams. I casually ask an off-the-cuff question. “You got it!” Andrew/Robert exclaims and I am admitted to the conference. I am surprised. So easy. I don’t even remember what I ask. He treats it like a rhetorical question.

Since I am “in,” I relax and my eyes begin to pleasantly roam the interesting environment. An aquarium full of exotic, ancient, living fish is perched on a side table behind a second brown leather couch across from Andrew/Robert. Little decorative banners inscribed with poems float in the water. One large, brown fish meets my gaze.

Across from the aquarium, slightly to the right of Andrew/Robert, is a small circular field of golden prairie grass. A dark-haired woman lies in the center of the soft straw, deeply asleep. The field is an aid to lucid dreaming. Sweet grass?

All of the resort rooms have crystal, translucent walls the color of arctic ice: clear with pale, cerulean blue reflections. Gold-embossed banners like those in the aquarium are mounted here and there on the crystal surfaces. They concisely communicate startling, profound, lyrically-constructed information about multi-dimensional physics. Such a joy to find and read them. Hunt them down! We and the fish live happily in our glass houses.

Day notes:

I was startled this morning when Betsey from Phoenix walked past my desk. Tomorrow Bill from Phoenix also arrives for a meeting with Target.