Category: Denise

(Sunday, March 19, 2023) waning crescent moon in Pisces / tarot 9 of swords

I’m moving through a square building that has been mortared. Bombs destroyed it. The original structure had an open central courtyard. The architecture reminds me of the building at Rolduc Abbey in Kerkrade, The Netherlands, where the IASD conference was held in 2011.

I happen to see a large mural of a battle scene at one edge of the courtyard. My fellow laid-off coworker John D. is in the middle of the photo and he is actually standing near me, so I ask him about it. Our conversation confirms that the destruction was an attack, not a natural disaster (like an earthquake). This must be my former workplace.

I move on and pay attention to the rubble, the sorrow. As I pass through the courtyard and enter one of the four hallways, I notice that my former coworker Mary is following close behind. She is chatting obsessively to me, but I ignore her. I never even turn around to acknowledge her presence. I was able to get her hired last year and now she has been given functions of my old job of eighteen years.

I am focused on finding the door that leads to the outdoor sculpture garden, such as Rolduc had at the convention.

Day notes:

Rolduc Abbey may have entered my dream because I recently listened to a Scott Sparrow interview. In 2011, I remember learning that the abbey had been attacked by Napoleon‘s army, killing many residents. This dream also reminds me of Ukraine.

Yesterday there was a major news story connecting raccoon dogs in China to the origin of the covid-19 virus. One of my pandemic dreams (Dire Wolves Return) was about canines spreading the pandemic. For years the global hypothesis was that bats had infected humans, but I always wondered if we would find out a different story.

A second prescient element in that dream was the promise from the wolves that my family would not be harmed by the virus. Three years later, Chris and I, Cullan and Hillary, Wyn and Oona have always tested negative for covid.

I had an earlier dream about attacking wolves (Prehistoric Backyard With A Dire Wolf Pack And One Elephant). I didn’t know about covid then, but I did one month later.

Today I started to add a second piece to the mask sculpture, based on my Old Work Complete, New Work Underway dream. I’m creating a little house that mounts on the wall above the mask. The mask strings will attach to the floor of the house. The house is inspired by the dwelling theme my dreams have had for several years, but I am also putting a dove on the front of the house, making it a kind of cuckoo clock. The two masks/faces in the “Old Work” dream are circled by the Wheel of Fortune: time. The house-clock confirms that dream element. And the dove is part of the Sheehan family crest. Erin go bragh!

I want to add small grasses, seeds and petals to the surface of the mask, so I won’t be able to finish until the snow melts. I should be able to find what I need in my prairie backyard. As I make progress on this artwork, I think about the next dream to express in clay.