Dream Theater

(Sunday, August 13, 2017) third quarter moon Taurus / tarot maiden of cups – mermaid

Long dream of a dream conference, but only the ending remains.

The conference committee (Richard, Bob and the rest) have decided to create a theatrical dream piece. Regular IASD members, not staff or presenters, are tasked with acting out the play. I am pulled into the project very late. Everyone else is already in costume. In the dream I am aware of my extreme introversion. Maybe even on the Asberger’s spectrum.

My costume is a beautiful, sleeveless, ankle-length dress that is exactly tailored to embrace my lithe, healthy body. The color is deep sage green. It’s the same color I am painting my house in my shelter island dream. In that dream I call the color avocado, but sage is more accurate. Dreaming of a dress of this style is about being a mermaid, I believe. It is fitted all the way to my feet. Like soft skin. Like a fishtail.

I have to put on my costume in front of all the other actors, which terrifies me. Sensing my fear, a gentle, loving feminine spirit guide enters the rough, white muslin dress I am wearing and magically clothes me in the sage green mermaid dress. I am grateful not to have to be naked, exposed, in front of the extroverted theatrical types. Yet, I am in full, sensual appreciation of my elegant, perfect body, which is why I have been chosen for my part. I take off my muslin dress and lie in my mermaid dress on the stage floor with the full cast of the play.

We enact a scene of the play lying on the wooden floor. Almost like doing yoga together. The second act turns violent: the committee members pierce us with small, golden nails and begin an attempt to hammer them into our flesh more deeply. I seem to be the first to realize what is happening. The first to be aware of the attack.

Day notes:

The first mermaid dream I remember happened before the 2013 Virginia Beach conference. Yesterday was the deadly clash with the KKK and neo-Nazis in Charlottesville, Virginia. Demonstrations of this sort have a strong theatrical component. One night at the Virginia Beach hotel I was kept awake by a crowd of people in the hall that seemed to be speaking an African language. I wondered if it was an echo from the times the city was a capital for the slave trade. No one else heard what I heard. Like the ghosts at Rolduc Abbey.

I had dinner with Amy on Wednesday. We have known each other for 30 years. She made a comment that suggests she finds me somewhere on the Asberger’s spectrum. Is introvert different than Asberger’s? I don’t perceive myself as carrying any of those symptoms other than shyness and a sometimes hidden cleverness with geometry. But she works in special ed, so I give her benefit of the doubt. It doesn’t matter, really.

I reported a second predator incident to HR this week.

Three women in New York were murdered last night by a male family member who attacked them with a hammer.