Category: Denise

(Friday, August 3, 2018) moon third quarter Taurus / tarot Dreamer reversed

I dream of my grandmother’s farmhouse. I am in the kitchen with other family members. The room is at its usual level of busyness. Maybe a meal is being prepared.

I open the door and step out into the front porch. The furniture has changed completely from what was stored there during my childhood. Very large, modern, armless leather chairs fill the L-shaped area. They are a surprisingly vibrant royal blue. The floor rugs match exactly.

I walk outside, down the long sidewalk to the wire fence that borders the perfectly square yard. I open the gate and step into the prairie-sand driveway, turning back and looking in astonishment at the fence. It is a modern chain-link fence, not the old depression-era wire fence that was put up to keep out the chickens. One quarter of the fence, the section at the front of the yard, the gateway, is brilliant royal blue.

Day notes:

During the dream and after awakening I am transfixed by the vivid intensity of the royal blue. I love blue, but it is not a color I choose for interiors. I bought two leather chairs for Chris only because Lola doesn’t use them to sharpen her claws.

Cullan’s bridegroom jacket was royal blue. Hillary changed her last name to Luther. L-shaped? Royal wedding?

I walk through two doors and one gate. Three passageways.

Royal blue: third eye, sixth chakra

http://www.energyandvibration.com/colorroyalblue.htm

 

(Thursday, August 2, 2018) waning gibbous moon Aries / tarot World

Chris and are visiting a flat in New York City. It is large, filling an entire floor of the building. The owner is away, returning soon. We are asleep, but we feel awake, because we are dreaming the same dream. It’s a simple dream: we explore the rooms of the apartment, making note of the furniture, artwork and other possessions of the resident, enjoying the energy and content of the space. We sleep on the floor as if at a slumber party, comfortably, on plenty of pillows and soft blankets, next to a glowing fireplace. Lola is with us, both physically and in dreamland.

We begin to arise from our nap as the friendly dweller walks in the door. He is someone very famous, Bob Odenkirk, I think, one of my favorite actors from “Breaking Bad” and “Better Call Saul.”

Day notes:

I am having more and more dreams within dreams. Is this a growing trend, like my conference dreams? It seems to be.

This reminds me of the dream I had of Philip Seymour Hoffman shortly after his passing. Hoffman died in New York City in 2014. I was devastated by the loss of such brilliance. My pleasure in perceiving the fame and artistic prominence of Bob Odenkirk is powerful in this dream.

How odd to dream about visiting rooms within a dream, when one could certainly do that at the primary dream level with less complexity. What does this mean? I wonder if it is remote viewing. Or, Chris and I need to rest, but our curiosity is peeked and manifests in a dream-within-a-dream?

Saul – Sol (sun god)

Odenkirk – Odin (Norse god),  kirk (Scottish church)

Odin’s Discovery of the Runes

(Friday, July 27, 2018) blood moon eclipse Aquarius / tarot four of wands

I have a quick, dissolving memory (dream) upon awakening that deepens over the course of the day.

I move along a hallway in a bustling building, perhaps a hotel or a hospital. I am interacting rapidly but peacefully with many individuals. The corridor is the entry point for souls who have just died, who have left the three dimensional realm. I am here to assist people with their transitions, as are the multitude of other entities in the busy space. We work together in this guiding process. The mood and the environment feel normal. Not frightening or dark. The lighting, in fact, is sunny and colorful. Every soul has passed through this place a thousand times or more, so there is nothing stark or cataclysmic about it. There are tasks to complete, that’s all.

I have a sense that when I finish my final incarnation on earth, this is where I will be fulfilling my mission. A physician in the ER, so to speak. This doesn’t feel like a dream.

(Thursday, August 2, 2018)

A few days later I have two related dreams.

In the first, I am with my male spirit guide. Bodhisattva? We are in a passenger plane that crashes into the ocean, near the shore. My guide and I observe dozens of boats rushing to the crash site. To the rescue. I don’t know if they save lives or retrieve bodies. I have a dream (within the dream) about the experience and my guide tells me that some dreams are memories. Past life memories, Sabine would say.

In the second dream I am again with my guide. I look inside of a new shed on my property. I discover a tool and as I hold it in my hands, memories of a past life enter my thoughts. My guide points out that poignant physical elements can trigger past life immersions.