Friday, June 7, 2019
Cindy B. appears in my dream, a writer friend of my coworker Cyndi C., who passed over at 3:30 pm Monday, June 3. Cindy B. joined us as a temp during Jessica’s maternity leave this winter. She’s gone now too: from the office, not from life.
Cindy is showing me the brilliantly beautiful ceramic pots she creates. She works at the master level and her pots have a unique form that I have never seen before, a half-circle structure with thick outer vertical ribs, like very large, empty grapefruits. She coats the interiors with gold luster overglaze, and shows me how she does it. In the dream I call it “poin lustre.”
Day notes:
Most people misspell Cyndi’s name as “Cindy.” I think this dream is about Cyndi’s next incarnation, because, for me, there are two memories of Cyndi/Cindy in the dream. In her recent life Cyndi loved to make stone and tile mosaics.
In the dream, I think “poin” is French but it is not. I can’t really find it on Google in waking life. Maybe I am misspelling “poin.” Pain? Paint? Point? Pawn?
The pots are shaped like breasts. Cyndi died of metastatic breast cancer. The new Cindy lines the interior of the breasts with shimmering gold. That is an alchemical aspect of the dream, because luster glaze needs to be fired before it turns to gold. There was a karmic need for Cyndi to experience breast cancer?
Cyndi/Cindy: i and y change order. I, why?