(Friday, August 31, 2018) waning gibbous moon Taurus / tarot Justice
I head to Chicago today in waking life. Last night a thunderstorm awakens me at 2. There are no dreams in my memory cache. When I fall back to sleep, I enter sleep paralysis. Chris walks past me as I lie in bed. He looks very ill. He tells me he is dead. But when I awake this morning he is still on this side of the veil.
(Saturday, August 25, 2018) full moon Aquarius / Carmen’s tarot deck nine of wings
Waking dream:
I spy a large feather in the backyard. I walk out to pick it up. It’s a brown turkey feather the size of an eagle feather, surrounded by a ring of smaller feathers. Nine? I bring the big feather into the house and tell Chris the turkeys have left him a birthday present.
Dream within a dream:
I am in a space that repeats the environment of my olfactory dream. The floors, walls and ceilings are carved and polished white stone. Therefore the geometry flows, curving gently. No angle is a perfect ninety degrees. No floor is exactly perpendicular to any wall. The levels of the floors and ceilings vary, like a cave.
The rooms are vast, the number infinite, empty of all decor, including furniture, doors and lighting. Even so, the rooms are brightly lit. Much of this dream has dropped away, but one clear memory remains. I am standing in a room with Victoria and her female associate. Both women are known for their work as dream guides. Victoria’s professional friend is taller, with shoulder-length grey hair. Freya Diamond?
I have summoned Victoria to tell her my dream. I am energetic, excited. Victoria stands near a door to my left, her associate stands to my right, and we all face a wall as I begin to describe my dream. I wave my right arm in a rainbow arch and the dream vision appears, as if the wall is a computer screen. The image on the wall mirrors the “outer” dream: the three of us stand looking at my dream vision. In the dream-within-the-dream, I realize what is happening. I am fully conscious of the universal layers of the dream. I vocally declare my intent, aiming into the deeper vision like I am diving into the sea.
Day notes:
I wonder if this dream is telling me to join the IASD psiber dream conference. I never have. Certainly I should send Victoria a note. When Victoria worked my dream on my birthday at Jeanne’s house, it was my UFO dream called “Synchronous Visions,” which was about two mysterious TV screens.
These dreams-within-dreams are so potent and so hard to describe. The 100% full moon today will be in Pisces, affected by Neptune. Dreams are predicted to be powerful in these hours.
Interesting that two Santa Fe book artists, Victoria and Freya, appear in my dream after my rejection by the Minnesota Center for Book Arts.
(Wednesday, August 22, 2018) moon waxing gibbous Capricorn/ tarot nine of pentacles
I dream of being in the white stone underground at Cullan and Hillary’s Royal Wedding, struggling with Chris’ illnesses but supported by my family. Suddenly an intense odor fills my nose and lungs. The toxicity in my chest is so powerful it wakes me up and I recognize the scent. There is heat associated with it. I can no longer actually smell the chemicals, but the memory stays with me as I lie in bed, trying to identify the familiar odor. Finally I realize it is the dangerous fumes that emanate from my kiln when the temperature reaches 800 degrees. That is the point where the clay is fully purified, and shortly thereafter silicon transforms into quartz crystals.
Lola is sleeping next to me, shaking and groaning in a mild seizure. Is the dream scent a message of her epilepsy? When Chris has grand mal seizures, he experiences sharp, burning smells before losing consciousness.
The vivid reality of this olfactory dream causes me to get up and inspect the house, to make sure there is no fire burning inside.
