Category: Denise

(Friday, June 8, 2018) waning crescent moon Aries / tarot Pan

I am lucidly dreaming inside a dream. The inner dream is of a UFO. I walk in the calm evening down a hillside street, because I have been directed. I have received a message. A spaceship will arrive to greet me at this time, this place.

I look up into the night sky at a huge white orb. It reminds me of the light I saw above Sabine’s adobe in Santa Fe. This one is much larger, much closer.

I realize that in the “outer” dream an alien is standing next to me at my bedside. He is small, only three feet tall. His head is oversized. He is silent. He, too, is viewing my “inner” dream.

In the “inner” dream I visit Pat and Peter to tell them about my prescient, telepathic information of the spaceship. I am very excited. They are interested.

In the “outer” dream I find Cullan lying on the couch at my childhood home. He is about six years old, in fearful panic about the alien visitation. He is in tears. He seems to be suffering from sleep paralysis because his neck is awkwardly, rigidly bent. I softly caress him, soothe him. He is able to move again.

In the “outer” dream my body is humming. Vibrating with electrical current. I have this experience every morning now since Glastonbury, for just a few minutes. But it fills the full dreamtime and continues for two hours after I awaken.

Day notes:

Bonnie and I are going to a UFO watch using military-grade equipment in Sedona. This dream seems to be a welcoming greeting from the aliens. I will be quite surprised if we see nothing.

Cullan represents my childhood fear of years and years of alien dreams.

The stocky little alien stands next to the bird bath by my bedside, making me think he is related to the gnome in my Pink smoking dream. My tarot card of the day has an image of Pan playing a flute, wearing curly elf shoes.

The “outer” dream takes place indoors, in my house. The “inner” dream occurs outdoors. Microcosm, macrocosm: perfect quaternity.

The lucidness of this dream experience is very pleasant. I cannot find any information online about this kind of dream. Posts define it as false awakening, but that is not it. Don Juan directs Carlos Castaneda to dream within dreams.

(Sunday, June 3, 2018) waning gibbous moon Aquarius / tarot two of cups reversed

I fall asleep early last night and wake up at 11 with a sense of eerie danger. Sleep paralysis. I have a vision of a dark entity attempting to enter the basement. I am able to get up out of bed and head downstairs to make sure the door is locked.

The entire night feels like living in shadow. A darkly lucid dream. In the middle of the dream I energetically connect with Chris’ heart. I feel it flutter erratically. My heart is in pain. This is not a memory of his aorta splitting, which happened at 2 a.m. in 2011. It is his organ failing. I grab my phone and try to call 911 but I cannot connect. I panic, digging around for his phone. I find it, and keep trying to call out. Our phones are more powerful now (in 2011 I had to stand outside the house to reach 911) but I am still struggling, I think because of my level of emotional hysteria.

I never feel fully asleep. The sensation of foreboding seeps into my body and my consciousness.

(Friday, June 1, 2018) waxing gibbous moon Capricorn / tarot three of cups reversed

I arrive at the dream conference. It is taking place outdoors, along the bank of a long, deep channel. I walk upon the crown of the slope. The river’s edge has been designed and built into a pleasant promenade.

Ahead of me, to my left, I see a group of dreamers traveling from the bottom of the valley up the steep ravine. Their line is long and several rows across. IASD founding member Rita D. is in the lead. Everyone in the march is a founder or prominent contributor to the foundation.

I look to my right. A pretty stone plaza is scattered with large pieces of paper that display schedules of dream participants. I am surprised to see my stage 4 breast cancer coworker Cyndi is attending the conference. And surprised that these calendars are public information. In fact, it appears that Cyndi has been a member of the IASD for many years. Lori is by my side; we turn around and walk together in the opposite direction along the river bank.

I want to contact Cyndi to ask her more about her conference plans. Lori and I sit on a curb and I try to call Cyndi, but my phone doesn’t work. No matter how many software tweaks I attempt, nothing is fixed. I am no idiot with computers, so this frustrates me tremendously. I feel betrayed by modern technology.

Day notes:

I could not do a Skype call today on my computer because the audio wasn’t working. IT had to help with that and a server connectivity problem. I think I will enjoy Paradise Valley and being away from my broken MacBook.

I hope Rita is well. Cyndi is not. But the dream Cyndi may be Cynthia Cavalli, whom I met last year at the conference. I found a bookmark from her publishing company when I was cleaning this morning. I sent her an email last year but did not get a reply.