I am a sculptor of clay animals and those luminous hybrid creatures that sometimes appear in our dreams, if we are lucky and if we are paying attention. The slow process of hand-building something from clay can really deepen the visitation of a dream. I have faithfully tended these wondrous images, transcribing them to journals since I was in my early 20s.
(Sunday, May 19, 2024) waxing gibbous moon Libra / tarot three of wands
My dream function has an addition that began about a year ago. At around two or three in the afternoon a dream from the night before or the early morning suddenly appears within my mind. A dream I remember for the very first time. It doesn’t last long, just a few seconds, but all of the details flow rapidly through my inner awareness. The flow is so quick that it is difficult to recall more than a few items of the plot.
This afternoon a dream-surprise popped up. In my little movie, I exist within the higher level of reality. Non-physical, “metaphysical” space. I am connected to the level below, the three-dimensional reality of the earth. A lot of chores are underway that suffer from the usual difficulties in our human world. I am a guide, able to assist from the upper level. Of course, completely perfect results are impossible on our planet. I do what I can.
Today at two in the afternoon Chris and I were standing in front of the kitchen windows. He said, “Look!” A huge raven was sitting on the driveway wall. Even Snowball was excited and obsessed by the big black bird. Raven sat for a bit on the wall, then flew to the roof of the garage, then flew to the electrical wires at the back of the yard. After a few minutes it was gone.
Saturday, on my way to the gardens at Lake Harriet, I walked past the Rosalux Gallery. A large white abstract painting called “Raven” hung in the front window. I thought that was an odd title.
Wednesday, May 29, 2024: Now the raven sits on the top of the tree near our backyard. I see him/her, alone, every day.
(Friday, May 10, 2024) waxing crescent moon Gemini / tarot Star
Another “Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary” dream.
My friend Mary is exhibiting her aggressive missteps. I am walking along a roadway and she is determined I join her in a car. I resist, but she drives alongside of me and finally I give up. I open the door and crawl inside.
She drives on top of the green grass, not on the road. Others are driving on the lawn, too, but in the opposite direction. They swerve around her vehicle so they are not hit. She stops at various work locations for chores and tools. I stand next to her but pay no attention to her professional obsessions, her conversations. I keep telling her I must leave, I must go home. I am finally able to escape and I turn around, 180 degrees, heading toward my childhood house.
She hops in her car and tries to capture me but I am able to hide in various houses and even within my old Fridley Senior High School building. Eventually she finds me: I crawl out a window. She offers to drive me the rest of the way home. That feels like a blessing. Getting along, making things work.
Day notes:
I was so depressed yesterday about my ceiling project still not working after weeks and weeks. Today manager Jim and I had a discussion and we meet on Monday. He is trying hard to get this fixed. I think the dream is about this project that moved in the wrong direction but now is taking me home.
I shared my Mary, Mary poem this week on LinkedIn and over 220 people took a look. Years ago I wrote the poem for a clay book, which is about my Black Wolf dream. In the poem, I am the Black Sheep (Mary). As in the dream, I am able to hold open the wolf’s jaw and protect myself. “Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary, nips her sweetgrass on the Wabasha prairie. Loping hungrily over ancestral dunes, Black Wolf Romeo strikes with jaws of harpoons. Sheep hoof arrowheads hold open his bite. Both tumble down the rabbit hole, into the night.”
