Author: Denise

(Sunday, September 6, 2015) moon: waning crescent Cancer / tarot: maid of pentacles reversed

Bonnie is driving. We have decided to travel along the Virginia coastline because of the quality of light on the eastern seashore. The light is illuminating: we feel it penetrate deep within us.

We arrive at an inn that is hosting a small conference. We disembark from our vehicle and walk up a set of wooden stairs on the outside of the 1920s-era, two-story clapboard-sided resort. The building looks very much like the original structures at the Edgar Cayce Association for Research and Enlightenment.

Once inside, we meet up with a man and his wife who are teaching at the conference. They have a young son. I think they are the Condron family: Daniel, Barbara and Hezekia, although there are no physical similarities between any members of the dream family and the waking life Condrons. The dream Condrons are diminutive, only five feet tall. Perhaps they are fey.

Just as at the Virginia Beach IASD conference, Daniel takes a focused interest in me. We talk for a long time. I feel quite honored. Then, as a group, we all board a bus and head for a second gathering, a costume party.

When we finally leave the party, Daniel sits in the seat next to me on the bus and asks about my profession: “Are you an astronaut? An astronomer? An astrophysicist?”

When I reply that I am a graphic designer, he scowls and says that is a bad choice, a poor fit. Suddenly I realize that I am having trouble breathing. I touch my fingers to my throat and discover that my head and neck are covered with a thick rubber mask. In fact, there are three masks that I pull from the top of my head. Once free of the masks, I am immediately able to breathe much more deeply.

At least one of the masks in my lap is the peach-colored face of a space alien. So I understand why Daniel asks if I am an astronaut. Maybe the Condrons are space aliens, which would explain their small stature, fine features and psychic powers.

Day notes:

I had breakfast with Jeanne C. yesterday. We both have been contacted recently through Facebook by our first boyfriends, both named Daniel, both active in the social justice community.

Back in our college days, Dan was pretty disrespectful of the design profession.

At the IASD, Dan Condron said I was more evolved than my employer. I thought that was an odd way to define job dissatisfaction/boredom.

In the bible, the prophet Daniel interprets the king’s dreams. And predicts the coming of the Messiah and the end times.

 

 

(Tuesday, August 25, 2015) moon: waxing gibbous Capricorn / tarot: The Sun

I walk into a large, empty university lecture hall, from the left side of the room. I see Robert W. of the IASD speaking with two other professors I don’t recognize. I have no intention of disturbing them, I’m not even sure why I have entered the hall, but Robert looks up and raises his hand in greeting. He’s very happy to see me and steps away from the two men. Maybe his signature peace sign was a part of his greeting; if it was, I did not take note of it in the dream.

We sit next to each other on the auditorium chairs and have a long, warm conversation. I feel quite honored and blessed, although I bring not a bit of our discussion back to waking life.

From a Bonnie dream: “You, Dan (brother) and an unknown, gentle, kind man were in my dream this a.m.  You and Dan had made it over this canal, but it was too far for me and this other man to jump.  We realized we had to walk to the left through the shopping mall which went over the canal to get to the other side. (You are hard to keep up with!)”

Friday I received a Facebook friend request from my high school boyfriend Dan (a kind and gentle man). It shook up a lot of old memories for me. If I hadn’t broken up with him, my life would have gone in a completely different direction. I can’t decide if I want to accept his request. I asked the tarot, in my usual three-card format, and pulled The Sun (left), The Lovers (center) and The Moon (right). All upright. It seems there is a benefit to befriending him.

Friday morning I dreamt of Bonnie at the shopping mall. That dream also contained a scene about Cullan’s father Sandy, whom I have known since high school and Dan knew too. Dan would have understood that Sandy would cause great damage. But I also have been thinking about the young women Dan dated after we parted. He managed to connect with two of the most beautiful and creative females in our artist clan. So I realized that I, too, must have been quite a catch for him. He was devastated at our breakup.