(Sunday, July 23, 2017) new moon Leo / tarot six of wands
I am walking with a beautiful woman I met in Glastonbury. I have forgotten her name. Hannah? She is from Vancouver and is a former nurse who is now a healer who works with sound. At the time of the mandala retreat she was on her way to France to spend a month training in sound healing. She is very tall, probably six feet, calm and thoughtful. Warm and serious but able to crack a good joke too.
In the dream I am following her to a sound healing event in Vancouver. We are briskly walking through a university campus, down steep stone steps and across communal green spaces. We may have to cross the continent. Since her legs are so long, she is quite a few strides ahead of me. She turns her head back to give me a series of compliments: she says I am elegant, intelligent, and many other effusively positive characterizations. She says them in a very matter-of-a-fact style. I say, “Oh, you are talking about —-” but she says “No. This is you.” In the dream I perceive these as qualities that make me attractive to men. Something I never think about in waking life.
We come to a wharf on the ocean. A father wishes to drive his vehicle onto a ferry headed to Russia. He is feeling panicked. He does not wait for the ferry to connect with the dock, and the car plunges deep into the sea. I am lucid at this moment. I cannot bear this catastrophe. I recreate the scene in the dream and the vehicle makes it safely onto the ferry. In the dream I do not understand the Russia connection. This beleaguered, rash man must be Trump, the “father of our country.”
We arrive in Vancouver to a large retreat center with many rooms and many levels. We sit down in a small dining area and are joined by other women. We start to sing and chant. The sound healer is in the same serious and distracted mood she has been in for the entire dream. Her mood is not related to me, but to something else she is responsible for. Still, her mood affects me. She has to leave us temporarily. I keep chanting with the group.
Day notes:
Jill and Rupert have a house in Vancouver. Jill does sound healing retreats there, as well as in London, Glastonbury and New York.
When I wake up I feel the positive, strong affect of the compliments. It feels really good. Oddly, they are very similar to the ones provided by the Sexual Predator at my job. He has called me “elegant.” On Tuesday he followed me closely down a hallway, all the way to my desk. I was in shock. I felt stalked. He had just been moved to a different cubicle so that I would not need to have contact with him. He started babbling at me as if nothing had ever happened. “I thought of you yesterday,” he said, and that made me cringe. “I was reading an article about Apple’s new corporate headquarters. There were beautiful photographs but when I turned the page they used a really ugly font in the design. I’ll bring it in to show you.” I just stared at him with huge, angry eyes. Then I went into his boss Michelle’s office to tell her about it. Later that night I sent him an email. The subject line was “Boundary issues (again)” and the message said: “You are not my friend. The only permission I give for conversations between us are for work-related matters, for Ergotron projects only. Do not respond to this email.” He is like Trump. He doesn’t get it. Michelle calls him an egomaniac.
I was having a conversation with my yoga teacher today about the gongs they used at the Yellow Barn Wellness yoga class I went to last week. She was very distracted. It felt like she wasn’t interested. It turns out she had to leave early to pick up her grandkids.
07/15/2023: I reread this dream and realized that it is prescient. I went to Vancouver in 2018 for another retreat by Jill Purce and one of the women I met in Glastonbury was there. She helped Jill at the retreat, a coworker.