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(Wednesday, March 10, 2021) waning crescent moon in Aquarius / tarot three of swords

Early this morning I awake from a vivid dream with many scenes. It starts in a rental space in a seaside tourist city. Cullan and I have a generous home together, perhaps in a hotel or apartment building. All of the buildings in the city are connected, as they were in ancient civilizations.

People and ships are very active in the harbor. I can view them from my windows but I am concentrated on cleaning and organizing. Cullan comes and goes as he pleases. Each time he returns, our home has shifted to a to a new size and floor plan, in a new era in time.

I continue working on repairing our home, often an overwhelming task. Sometimes Cullan is gone for a long time. There is one moment when I pick up a printed map from a tabletop and am astonished by the beautiful imagery. Giant statues of holy saints are spread throughout the city. It seems to be Rome. I then have a dream vision of being deep in the ocean, in a large stone mausoleum that twists and sinks. But it is a dream within a dream, and the drowning, trapped human may not even be my current self. I am able to control the danger, evicting myself from the dream within the dream.

Finally at the end of the dream I have made major progress in caring for our home. I feel gratitude, peace. I want Cullan to be healed. That is my deepest wish in life.

(Wednesday, February 24, 2021) waxing gibbous moon Leo / tarot Wheel of Fortune

I have a dream with two separate parts.

In the first, shorter vision I am visiting my grandmother Sheehan’s old farmhouse. When she sold it in the seventies, it had not been updated since her husband passed away from a truck accident in 1938. I guess it had an Irish theme because the outdoor siding was green and the old floral wallpaper and kitchen cabinets were green too. In the dream, a lively young couple have bought the house but made no decorative updates at all. A group of us (friends? cousins?) are taking a little tour. I am very surprised that nothing has changed, that a young couple have made no repairs or remodels to such an old house.

In the second piece of the dream, I am together again with a small group of friends or cousins. This time we are riding in a car together, driven by an aggressive, blonde young woman. The car reminds me of the Volare station wagon we had when I was a teenager and that I later took over from my Dad.

A second blonde young woman is sleeping in the back of the station wagon. Suddenly the fierce driver pushes her out of the open rear hatch of the vehicle. We passengers are horrified as we watch the awakening young woman fly through the air along the highway. Her horizontal body crashes into another car at the edge of the right lane. A young man and woman are ejected from that car. All three roll through the air and crash on the tarmac, dying instantly.

Day notes:

I ruminated on this dream this morning because it was so powerful and I don’t usually dream about violence or death. Yesterday my tarot card of the day was Death, and cards often illuminate my dreams. I decided that the second part of the dream referenced my Luther relatives, who have had at least six deaths from car, truck or plane crashes. I looked at my emails and saw an invitation from Jill Purce for an ancestry Zoom weekend. That seemed related to this dream. Then I got a phone call from my sister Jo, who was heading up to Cambridge to help my Dad get to the hospital. Both my mother and my father are now in the hospital. The Wheel of Fortune card of the day seems to be about fate.

Chris and I frequently wonder why the young couple we bought our house from did not make more repairs. I guess the Sheehan part of this dream tells me to not worry about it.

The Luther part of the dream brings up questions I have always had about my aunt Carol, killed by a pickup truck on her sixth birthday. My Dad and Grandpa were inside the pickup (“Bud” was five years old) but my three aunts were in the back bed of the truck. Did my blonde aunt Mary push my blonde aunt Carol?

I took Wyn to Fuller Park yesterday and met a little blonde girl named Alice. “Alice in Wonderland,” she said. My Dad’s youngest sister is Alice.

Tiger Woods had a bad car crash yesterday.

(Monday, Martin Luther King Day, 2021) waxing crescent moon in Aries / tarot Hanged Man

I’m lying inside a rocking boat. Hundreds of other boats full of people are mid-ocean, falsely enjoying the dramatic waves of a hurricane gaining power. I am surprised by their ignorance, or lack of concern, of the coming danger. I sense their party moods and wild physical presence but since my boat is roped to a small dock, I gratefully step out onto the wooden planks and walk to the shore.

I enter the shopping district of a small, northern town. A handsome, famous actor that I don’t quite recognize is a cashier. He has affection and commitment to protect me. I sadly tell him I can no longer access my savings account, worth thousands of dollars. He makes an easy software adjustment and my money fully, visibly returns to my bank app. I am overwhelmingly relieved. A blessing. Is he a spirit guide?

Day notes:

When I was lying in bed this morning, remembering this dream, a dream I had had over 30 years ago appeared very clearly. Popped into my mind. It was a vivid dream of an underground parking ramp, which I think had been a recurring theme back then. I wondered why it returned now, and so perfectly.

I got the year-end statement for my work 401K today and it was much more than I expected. In fact, it was the amount they had been projecting for my retirement, still three years to come. Of course, there are plenty of predictions of a market crash on its way.