Author: Denise

(Sunday, April 24, 2016) moon: waning gibbous Sagittarius / tarot: two of wands

I have traveled from America to Amsterdam with a coworker, waiting in an outodoor train or bus station. I am supposed to go to the local public television station for work.

People in the station speak varying degrees of English. There is an English version of the schedule posted on a wall.

Trains/buses go by and go by. None of them have my destination posted on the electric signs above the heads of the drivers.

My coworker seems unconcerned and eventually fades from my awareness. I look at the schedules several times but I don’t have my glasses and the text is small, blurry. I can’t decipher anything.

I begin to get anxious. I don’t want to shirk my responsibilities. I have come so far! A woman is sitting at a table, she seems official, so I walk over to ask for her help. The morning thunderstorm wakes me up.

Day notes:

I am not going to Amsterdam or Rolduc this year, but my dream coworker Bonnie is.

Funny that my tarot card today is the two of wands, the image of which is a man holding the world in his hands. World traveler.

Yesterday the Dreamsters site was hit by a ‘bot, probably trying to hack the server. An artificial post and email was created called “HOW To share In addition to the FORMAT An elementary Informational Paper.” Cullan had me change my password and he added a captcha piece to the login.

Chris and I have been watching the TV series called Mr. Robot which is about hacking and “the one-percent of the one-percent,” sometimes known as the Illuminati. Edward Snowden likes the show. We watched the first DVD and the second arrived last week. I love the dark edge: it reminds me of my favorite show, Breaking Bad.

A few months ago we lost connectivity to our CenturyLink login, which was “Snowden Was Here.” We had to recreate it with a generic login, CenturyLink4242. Suspicious about that! “Snowden Was Here” is still visible on all of our wireless devices but doesn’t connect to the internet.

 

(Saturday, April 23, 2016) moon: waning gibbous Scorpio / tarot: queen of pentacles

Shakespeare’s birth-death day / Google quote:  “We are such stuff as dreams are made on.”

I have a long dream that fades into a more memorable one. The faded dream is about work, tedium. I stand in a dark warehouse space on a concrete floor, talking to a coworker or my boss. The conversation is not very engaging and I become aware of a tiny dog lying behind me in the middle of the room. He is unnaturally small, weighing maybe only a pound, with short black and brown fur. His huge, sensitive brown eyes are full of pain. I think he is dying. As he weakens he seems to almost melt into the floor.

I am horrified and want to find a way to heal or help this pup. My tall, blond cousin Pat Murphy walks swiftly into the room, on some kind of mission. His attention is distracted, he is a bit terse with me, but says not to worry about the dog. He knows the name of the dog and the family to which he belongs. He repeats the names of the canine and the humans several times but I can’t hang on to the information. My brain feels foggy, probably because of the emotion I am experiencing. I call the dog Ben Ben Singh, which is close to his real name, but not precisely so.

My cousin Pat waves his arms widely, motioning for me to follow him. We travel through halls that resemble my old high school. We are both moving very rapidly. My soles barely touch the stone floor, I am so light on my feet. But people sharing the corridors with us cannot perceive the quickness of my travel.

After several right-hand turns we enter a dimly-lit room with metal lockers. A dog pound. Pat shows me Ben Ben Singh’s locker. The name of his East Indian family is posted on the door. Inside the locker is a big bowl of fresh blueberry yogurt that the family has left for Ben. Apparently Ben likes to take off on long journeys away from home, and always ends up at this particular pound. Safe, sound, hungry!

Day notes:

What on earth is this about? Such a silly dream.

Dog pound, dog that weighs a pound. Dog that eats blueberries! He must not be Hindu, since he is eating yogurt. I suppose the yogurt could be made from goat’s milk.

Maybe “my cousin Pat” is Pat from our dream group, (impatiently) showing me the way in this dream?