(Sunday, October 2, 2016) moon: waxing crescent Libra / tarot: Judgement
I am crossing a narrow pedestrian suspension bridge with Chris. It’s grey and foggy. I see nothing below the bridge, not a canyon nor a river, but I am not looking directly below me. I look across to the end of the bridge. I can feel the energetic nature of the bridge. It vibrates through the structure and through my body, rhythmically. The high loop of the wave feels strong and physical, the low end feels like dissolution into empty space. Quantum. I am equally comfortable with both sensations.
Chris leans heavily against me and I am in danger of falling over the edge, into the abyss. I tell him, sharply, to back off. This surprises him and his feelings are slightly hurt.
I make it to the other side but I don’t know if Chris comes with me. He may be there in spirit.
Cullan appears and I am happy to see him. We are in a wooded area filled with red brick warehouses, none taller than two or three stories. Cullan lives here now, as have I in the past. In one small forest we see a petite, curving country lane painted with fire-engine red and bright white arrows and circles. Earth art? Conceptual art? Medicine wheel?
We are enjoying touring many of the buildings, which are full of fun objects and beautifully designed rooms. Maybe it’s an art crawl like I used to attend in the North Loop, when the WARM gallery and New French Cafe were still there.
I have an appointment with my endocrinologist, and the office is far away, so we need to find the vehicle which I left behind many years ago. I dig through a pocket full of keys and find a set that I think may be the correct ones. Cullan and I look in vain through several structures, when I realize the vehicle is probably stored close to his house. We focus on his neighborhood. It is much too late for me to make my appointment, but I do want my car back.
Day notes:
(Precognition) my daily email from Dr. Mercola is about water tables contaminated with endocrine-disruptive chemicals. Thank you 3M.
I have really been struggling with Chris’ health in the last week. Friday he smiled and said I needed to stay strong and healthy. That just made me feel crushed and unsupported. Grim.
I have many recurring dreams of red brick buildings in the Minneapolis warehouse district and am beginning to think they may be my own personal symbol of the akashic record. Storage buildings.
After this dream I had an episode of sleep paralysis (suffocation). I took an online survey from Ryan Hurd yesterday, as he is planning a webinar on this subject and is asking for input on the content.
Nice dream. The suspension bridge reminds me of the one Paul and I crossed in Germany. I identified with looking to the other side as opposed to down and the wave feeling. The bridge? Transitioning. a suspension bridge makes me think of a transition or a way of solving a problem being suspended for now.
I love your red brick buildings. And I loved the country lane painted red with white circles and arrows. Were they separate from each other and which way were the arrows going? Touring the buildings with Cullan sounds like so much fun.
The endocrinologist? Issue with hormones? Looking for your old car? I guess I am wondering if I am looking for my old body? You know, the young one!