(Tuesday, January 7, 2025) first quarter moon Aries / tarot Moon
A vivid, long dream early this morning:
A group of family members, siblings and a few cousins, are standing outside, near the edge of a walk-out basement (very much like my old Plymouth home). There is a narrow overlap of a room on the first floor, so we are in a slightly dark space. Not much sunlight. We are near my mother, and she is in her most fowl of moods. Angry, aggressive. We all tell her she is like a historical villain (from real life or a book), but I can’t remember the evil name when I wake up.
In fact we move on to the courtroom where she will be tried. It is in the lower level of a building. Three judges enter and begin to seat themselves at the elevated bench. Maybe we are the jury. Maybe we are the attendants. We all raise our hands up and start to whoop. We want our testimony heard!
Then the dream shifts to an upper story. I am sharing a bedroom with my cousins from Winona. They are about to begin acting a play or playing a game, but I grab my clothes and pack them into my suitcase. I am preparing for a journey in an airplane.
The dream shifts again. Now I am standing on a tiny, rocky bit of land between two ocean inlets. I look forward and see a very interesting trail just a few inches below the water. It is made of complicated, rhythmic roots that are about three or four feet wide. Beautiful. A coral reef made of wood? Suddenly I see granddaughter Oona and a group of her young friends stride quickly along the roots. They are strong and balanced, but I panic. I make them turn around and head back to dry land. I explain how the tide could rise and push them into the deep sea.