Author: Denise

(Sunday, March 26, 2017)

I am in a castle that is inside a barrow, underground. I see the sun shine through the entrance to the upper earth. The interior of the castle is richly decorated with red velvet, gold and jewels. I am royalty.

My brother enters with two male friends, one of whom is my coworker Steve Adams. Steve is bald; my brother has bright red hair. I flip my silky locks between my fingers: “Look! I have red hair too!” But my hair is beyond compare, shimmering like metallic gold and copper threads. Magical. My flowing crown.

Suddenly I need to relieve myself. Defecate. I have trouble finding a private place to empty the waste from my body. Get rid of this SHIT!

Day notes:

This is another dream about my coworker Adam, the sexual predator. Before he lost all of his hair, it was red. But who is the real Adam in this dream? Bald Steve Adams? Or my red-headed brother? Both? Adam has to meet tomorrow with HR and Scott, the president of marketing. Many Scots have red hair, is that the clue?

Red hair: anger? Action? First (root) chakra?

(Sunday, March 26, 2017 / new moon Pisces / tarot Hanged Man – reversed)

I travel to Europe for work. When I arrive, the plane, train and time change make me feel quite disoriented. I think I am in Amersfoort, The Netherlands. But no one on the telly is speaking Dutch. They are all speaking English. The “office” is actually the upper floor of my grandmother’s farmhouse. My cousin Julie is there to help me disentangle from my confusion. I am seated in bed and so is she, although her dream bed is in the corner that was the staircase in real life.

Day notes:

This dream must be about my upcoming trip to England. I am going to a workshop, not to hang out on the beach. Part of Jill Purce’s focus is “healing the ancestors.” Will I meet someone named Julie? Or is she one of my ancestors who will guide me through the workshop?

(Saturday, March 25, 2017 / moon waning crescent Pisces / tarot Moon – upright)

Is the best description of this dream a lucid fragment? My body recalls a night full of dream travel. Much activity, hundreds of people, but most of the events have dissolved from my conscious memory.

I am on a dream hike with Bonnie and many other dreamers. We straggle slowly along a nature trail I have dreamt of before. The trail is red earth. It’s wide and gently rolling, crossing small streams and wild fields of prairie grass and slender, young trees. I can smell the moist earth. Healing.

In spite of the powerful presence of Mother Earth, there is a distracted, disorganized atmosphere to the hike that causes my consciousness to completely disengage, even as my feet continue to walk the path. At this point I become lucid. My awakened, dreaming mind contemplates the death of one universe and the transformation into a new universe. What does that process FEEL like? I want to know!

Instantly, the interior of my mind and body transform into a black hole of infinite size. I am dimly aware of the shell of my body, but the inside is vast, empty and grey-black. Completely still, yet alive with unmanifested, indescribable power. The lucid aspect of my consciousness is more than a little frightened. I have not had a dream with this kind of quantum energy since 1987 (The Harmonic Convergence).

My lucid mind experiences this Creative Void for a long time. I am fearful during the entire experience that the expansion of the void within will cause my physical body to evaporate or even explode. I realize that I need to be held by another human to bring me back from this mysterious dimension of life and death.

I sense my body walking back to the group of dreamers and coworkers. Dozens of them stand in queue on a sidewalk, waiting for a train or a tour bus. I hear them greet me, warmly, and I feel my left hand wave in return. But I am still filled by the void; I cannot see them with my physical eyes, only with my lucid mind. (The dream body sensation is a little like my real-life episodes of benign paroxysmal vertigo, overpowered by energy I cannot control. When vertigo happens, all I can do is go completely inside.)

Eventually, I travel to my childhood bedroom and find a woman who can help, a soul sister: maybe my coworker Jebra from Portland, or perhaps Cheri from Yoga Church (a redhead like Bonnie). She gives me a loving hug. I begin to slowly return to my normal level of consciousness.

Day notes:

I awoke with mild pain in the crown of my head and around my eyes. I seldom suffer from headaches. I think my crown chakra must have split open in this dream.

In addition to the metaphysical aspect of this dream, there are also metaphors for the emotional explosion I have been feeling because of the episode of sexual harassment at work. I am getting support from my female HR coworker that will help bring me back down to earth, and to peace.

My beloved godmother Marguerite Sheehan Wolf had red hair. She left us when I was eight years old. Was she my source of comfort in the dream? From the other side?

My sister Jo and I, and our friend Jackie, were nearly sexually assaulted when I was six by two teenage boys, neighbors.

I am increasingly fearful of the dramatic, dangerous outcomes of climate change. In the 1970s I had a strong intuition that I had incarnated into a time of great earth changes. Now they are here.