Waking and Sleeping Dream Spiders

(Saturday, October 7, 2017 / moon waning gibbous Taurus / tarot six of cups)

Dream 1:

I dream of an open nook in a white room. The space is the size of a bedroom closet, with white walls and no doors. The nook is in a room that will soon be shared space, so I want to make sure it is tidy. There is a small, round hole in the ceiling where many colorful, stored items are visible. Like an attic portal. I don’t want things to topple onto people’s heads. I ask Jerry, our handyman from work, to repair the opening, but I am not sure he has time to add another task to his busy schedule. I feel small bits and pieces fall from the portal and tap the crown of my head. I have brought my red, hand-held vacuum into the closet to suck up the myriad spider webs. Their beautiful mandala patterns remain embedded in the white walls after the silky threads are gone. White shadows. In the dream I realize this is important.

Day notes:

After awakening from this dream I enter our upstairs shower, which is covered in white tiles, even on the ceiling. White nook. I have to shoo out a large, feathery spider.

I have spent the last few weekends cleaning basement rooms: my home office / dream group room and my clay studio. Web Land!

Important: I think the webs could be shadows of past lives. Spider Woman and Spider Grandmother are Navajo and Hopi goddesses. Spider Woman taught humans the art of weaving. Spider Grandmother sat on her web in the Sky World, waiting for the Universal Mind to awaken. She observed the first thoughts as the Mind awakened. Seven energy beings floated out from the Mind’s shining light and solidified into shining stars. The seven stars reflected the spectrum of all colors. Spider Grandmother continued her work creating the Web of Life. If dream animals represent chakras, to me Spider is the eighth chakra, floating above the seventh (crown) chakra. The Universal Mind, the Akashic.

Dream 2:

Tuesday afternoon I worked from my home office. The light was strong on the large, west-facing window in front of me. It caused an etheric reflection that pulled me into an altered state. The vision I saw of myself looked more like my Oversoul than my present incarnation. A mirror image of my ancient self. Ego dissolved. I loved looking into my wise, old silvery eyes.

That night I dream of sitting with a therapist in her office. She is serenely beautiful. Dark-haired. She looks like my dream character Madame Renault from my Yoga Couple dream. She is chatting about several famous and powerful beings that belong to her circle of friends. She treats me like a patient in need of counseling and is very surprised when I energetically say, “Oh yes, I also know so-and-so and so-and-so!” The names remain in the dream, dissolved upon awakening.

This dream is a snapshot of my experience with Sabine. We sat together all week in her therapist room in Santa Fe (which I accurately dreamt about before my arrival). The second day we met, she stated that I was at a midpoint in my incarnations. That was a bit disappointing to me, of course. She asked for copies of dreams that I felt were about past lives. The next day she changed her tune. She said I have two or three incarnations left. She said, “Most people come to me thinking they have been someone famous in a past life. They have not, but you have. You have been two famous people, Joan of Arc and Benjamin Franklin.” She was excited about that. I had hesitated sharing those dreams because I thought the idea of any connections were preposterous.

I don’t know why this has come up now. Maybe I need a boost in my self-confidence. Maybe it is time to send a hello message to Sabine again. In the Yoga Couple dream I am handed a copy of the Akashic Record. The Yoga Couple are past incarnations, come to heal me and heal Chris.

Big Bang

Wednesday morning I am in a lucid dream. The dream environment is my Plymouth house. Two incredibly loud bangs happen mid-air. Nothing physical has fallen. Nothing physical has exploded. It’s pure sound that is so thunderous I immediately awaken. The veil between the dream and the awakening is invisible to my conscious mind. The only difference is that the sound occurred in the dream. Not in the waking world. As far as I know.

Illegal Crossing of the Brown Paper Border Wall

Our dream group is meeting in a large two-story space. It’s Peter’s dream. He has shared a few details when Bonnie interrupts and says my dream has an identical theme. I am standing behind a large brown paper wall, like the backdrop to a theater stage. I tear a hole in it shaped like an arrowhead, creating a small window through which I disperse copies of my dream. I start to read my dream and Peter becomes livid. This shocks me into remembering that he is The Dreamer. Immediately I apologize but it is too late. He and Pat have marched down the staircase to the lower level. I realize that I must leave our group for good and I am heartbroken. I depart from the house, sobbing, and get into my car. It is parked on a dirt road, facing the wrong direction. I have to turn it around in order to get to the exit road.

I woke up worried that this could be a precognitive dream.

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