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(Wednesday, December 20, 2017) moon waxing crescent Capricorn / tarot Star

A visually simple dream that takes place in a near-void. Grey and dim. No walls or ceilings or floors.

A woman sits at the center of a white table. She is a writer, masterfully guiding a dream workshop. She must be Victoria, but she doesn’t look like Victoria. Her hair is lighter in color, silvery-brown. She wears less jewelry than Victoria’s decorative Santa Fe style.

I sit at the far end of the white table, which reminds me of the table at Susan’s workshop in Virginia Beach that Bonnie and I attended. Next to me is a young woman poet, a gifted, professional writer. She sits very close, nearly embracing me, and quietly, lovingly describes my poetic genius. With gratitude, I purse my lips in Jill Purce’s “rabbit mouth” posture, chanting: “mindfunda!”

Day notes:

I have been unusually depressed this fall, experiencing deep shame from poor life decisions of decades past. One night I even felt I deserved to die. On a spiritual level I understand that I am paying karmic debts, willingly, but my ego feels sorrow and remorse. Alchemical yellowing. Monday Peter asked the Dreamsters if we were open to inviting a friend of his to become a new member, and I thought this might be the right time for me to step away from our dream group. I constantly struggle with the Ullman method and with the psychology of dreams, even though I have read dozens (maybe hundreds) of books on the subject. I often feel that I offer little contribution to the Dreamsters. Last night I was obsessed with this anxiety for hours. So the dream calmed me a bit.

I received an email today from Cullan’s girlfriend Hillary, who is a professional writer. A loving young woman.

Great fun in my studio today working on Black Wolf Romeo. Tuesday morning after dream group I had this inspiration: create clay sculptures for people of their dream images or spirit animals. Cullan could help me with the website.

The table in my home office, where I used to host the Dreamsters, is white.

I have four hundred dreams recorded in this blog. At some point I would like to make them available to IASD researchers, if that is of value. The way dreams are written is critical to me.

I created a fun, hip-looking logo this week for a new program at work called “Mindfit.”

Healing The Eyes Of My Baby Girl

(Saturday, December 2, 2017)

I have been dreaming intensely. A few days ago I have a long dream that ends with me stroking the face of my dark-eyed infant girl. One of her eyes is undersized. I am able to heal the size with my hands. It took a few days before I realized I was dreaming of Lola. She has a vet appointment. The pupil in her right eye seems more dilated than the left pupil.

Waking Dream: Images of Snowy

(Saturday, December 2, 2017)

Yesterday I drew the Queen of Swords in the tarot, which is sometimes associated with Athena and owls. I googled the card and an image of a snowy owl came up in a deck called “The Wild Unknown.” In the evening I went to Claudia’s art opening at Highpoint. I flipped through a folder of prints and another image of Snowy appeared. This morning I went to Northern Clay and nearly purchased a beautiful porcelain cup with two drawings of snowy owls on the sides. I should have.

(Above photo is my owl plate by Shoko Teruyama. I also have a porcelain cup by Shoko that depicts a white owl smoking a pipe.)

The Dreamsters Union