Category: Denise

(Monday, June 1, 2015) Moon: full Sagittarius / tarot: crone of pentacles

Conference dream last night. The conference is held in a building with deep red brick walls and white terrazzo floors, like my high school that was built in 1960. A handsome building with large skylights and multi-level ramps that were fun to slide down. Like skiing or surfing on stone.

My two friends and I are running gleefully through the halls at full speed, in the spirit of small children, though we are adults.  One of my friends is male and one is female, but in the dream they are always in shadow, so I don’t know if they are Bonnie, Jeanne or Peter.

We run through a wide glass door that leads outside to a stone wharf with angled sides. It’s evening: stars are twinkling in an indigo sky and the dark water is completely still. We are running so fast we can’t stop. We leap into the water, laughing.

The shock and surprise of our entry into the water is that it is warm and soothing, in spite of being part of an ocean bay. I immediately relax. Floating in the harbor is magical, delightful. There are no boats docked on the surface of the harbor, but sailing vessels and a village of lights many layers deep are visible just beneath our paddling feet.

This scene or the memory of it dissolves. My friends and I are back in the conference center, running wildly down the hallways again. High energy. We come to the intersection of two corridors and nearly run down a man and a woman standing under a skylight. The man is a bit derisive. He finds us immature and uncontrolled; we find us joyful!

It’s Ice T, the renaissance-man rapper, actor, writer, political activist. Only in my dream he is much younger, taller and fitter than in waking life (he is nearly my age, born in 1958). He has six pack abs and a mane of thick dreads that frame his handsome face like an aurora. His mate is a Scandinavian beauty, extremely tall and lithe, with platinum hair and translucent skin.

He has become bored of her company. Her cold beauty is all she has to offer. He would like to speak to me, to get to know me better.

Day notes:

Interesting that this dream comes soon after the dream of the “Scandinavian King.” Ice T has the air of a black lion, a Lion King. His consort is a Scandinavian Queen. Ice queen.

My guess is that part of this dream explores the depths of the ocean, the vessels and the village of the deep. I am not allowed to remember that scene, perhaps.

(Sunday, May 31, 2015) Moon: waxing gibbous Scorpio / tarot: four of swords

Lots of dreams lately, few of them sticking. Too tired, I think.

I had a brief, apparition-style dream this morning. A spirit materializes beneath the green art table in the basement where Chris stores empty canvases and sketch books. I see a ghostly head form beneath the floor, in the earth, then rise up into the table and above it. The spirit is regal: wearing a huge crown, heavy robes and layers of jewels. A voice tells me he is a Scandinavian king.

Day notes:

Why not a Nordic king instead of a Scandinavian king? When I wake I think it is Chris in a past life, but there is no dream evidence for that other than my own intuition. Chris’ genetic history is Danish and Norwegian. He is the king of near-death experiences, that is for sure.

The tarot card I drew this morning shows a sarcophagus with a stone sculpture of a knight resting on the lid. A stained glass window shines behind the tomb. A woman and child are portrayed in the glass.

(Friday, May 22, 2015) Moon: waxing crescent Cancer / tarot: ten of Pentacles

Dearth of dreams in the last few weeks. The morning was full of dreams but the memory of only two remain.

Dream one: Chris receives a check for $26,000. I am lucid, trying to figure out why and where it comes from. I remember that when Marlene read my tarot cards last winter she said I could expect a “secret inheritance.”  The card she saw was the ace or ten of Pentacles, I don’t remember for certain. The dream transitions before I can draw any conclusions.

Dream two: I am in the Void. Three black cubes are aligned in a row in front of me, each identical and about the size of a very small room, maybe 9 feet wide by 9 feet tall and 9 feet deep. The facets of the cubes facing me open to a dark interior. I navigate into the cube to my right. Perhaps I am levitating, as there seems to be no ground beneath my feet. Or maybe I teleport, Star Trek style.

As soon as I enter the “cube” I become aware of its infinite space, and of the negative atmosphere of that cosmos. It’s a universe full of pain and suffering and violence. Immediately I remove my soul from the hellish dimension and return to the Void.

I don’t even consider the middle cube. I know that it contains an energetic balance between darkness and light. Instead, I enter the cube to my left. As my astral body floats or dissolves into the space, I become illuminated and caressed by the intense brilliance of white light within. I feel a brief sense of healing and coming home before the dream image evaporates. A kind of memory white-out. A flash or silent explosion that absorbs me completely.

Day notes:

I had dinner the night before with my friend Jeanne C. and her childhood friend Marilyn, whom I had been hearing stories about for years but had never met. Marilyn is one of those people my friend Denisea would describe as “taking up psychic space.” I heard tale after tale about deeply dark episodes of her life that started in 1966. An ex-husband that placed a gun to her head, broke into her house and tried to strangle her, and on and on. I could not wait to get away from her. What kind of person spins those terrible yarns to someone she has never met? It felt like she was trying to impress and control me with her warrior spirit. Her ego.

(Saturday) Lola is sick again, after 5 vet visits in one week and $2500 spent. An ultrasound on Tuesday gave her a clean bill of health. But I had to take her to the ER this morning, and there will be more vet visits to come next week. I am feeling like I cannot ever again volunteer for the dream conference. I can never be sure of my ability to attend. I’m ready to find a witch doctor for Lola. The spooky side of Sabine Lucas would say the forces of darkness are trying to prevent me from an experience of light that the conference will invoke. Tarot today is five of swords. 

Lori has my copy of Nigel Hamilton’s book. I’ll bet he has something to say about a row of three black cubes!

On the way to the ER this morning a white squirrel ran across the road in front of us, right to left. On the way back, a giant wild turkey and his mate were stopping traffic on Highway 55. All his feathers were gloriously spread, like some kind of Thanksgiving vision.

Squirrel: gathering, frenetic energy, socialize, have more fun, “be prepared but don’t go nuts!”

Turkey: “Give-Away Eagle” (potlatch), medicine of saints and mystics, reception of a gift

2 + 6 + 0 + 0 + 0 = 8, the symbol of infinity. A trinity of zeroes, a trinity of emptiness. The Void.

2 + (2 + 2 + 2) + 0+ 0 + 0 = quaternity of two, trinity of null

9 + 9 + 9 = 27 = 9

9 x 9 x 9 = 729 = 18 = 9

When multiplied, nine always reproduces itself. Nine is the number of magic, of completion and fulfillment. Nine is the number of heaven, the number of universal love, karma, and of lightworkers. According to “The Internets.”

Black box, Kaaba Stone of Mecca