(Tuesday, June 13, 2017) moon waning gibbous Aquarius / tarot six of pentacles
I am standing in an upper story of an office tower. It must be a huge metropolis like New York or London because I am on the 200th floor. The room lighting is dim. There is a rectangular bar full of men who are drinking following an all-day sales meeting. They are my coworkers but I do not work in their department. I am not in sales.
I know, and the men know, that an explosive attack on the tower is imminent. Most of them leave in a kind of organized panic, but a few remain seated at the bar with grim expressions on their faces. They are making sure I depart safely. One man is willing to risk his own life.
I am struggling to capture Lola in a small cardboard box. She uses all of her feral cat power in an attempt to fight her way out of the box. I push hard to close the four top sections over her wild head, then lift the box up to my forehead, pressing with my third eye to keep the top sealed. I dash out of the room toward the stairs, holding the cat container in this odd posture, hoping the last few men escape now too. And that I can keep Lola secured in the box.
Day notes:
An element of this dream reminds me of my struggle to ship my clay piece Edie to the dream art show. I took her to FedEx to have them create a custom box. So far it has cost $280 and I worry. I pray she will arrive unharmed.
Perhaps the Anaheim hotel is a tower. I don’t know.
Keeping Lola inside of her cat box is a lifelong struggle. She prefers to pee on top of four rubber-backed rugs I have had to put behind the television. Sigh. I should try working with an animal intuitive, perhaps. I think Chris’ wheelchair pisses her off.
06.14.2017: Devastating fire in a London high rise today.