(Saturday, August 27, 2016) moon: waning crescent Cancer / tarot: seven of swords reversed
I am at my grandmother’s farm near Wabasha. The house is designed like an Italian palazzo, not a midwestern farmhouse. The floor plan is perfectly square: two stories with very high ceilings and a flat roof.
My sisters and I are asleep in the upper level. Our beds are situated in a corner of the large open room that has no interior walls. I awake, sit up in bed and notice the brilliantly shiny, golden wooden floor. It looks like the surface of a ballroom, a dance hall. There is a dark seam that runs through the middle of the room. The wood has begun to split at this seam (perpendicular to the grooved slats) and each side of the floor is gently angled, starting to fall away from the center. I get out of bed, kneel and press my hands firmly along one edge of the fault line, excited at the idea of the house breaking in half and toppling. But the floor and the entire structure are still very solid.
I head outside. My coworker Angela is present in her director role, here to protect. Guardian angel. Taller than I, boisterous and joyful.
It is morning, time for me to get dressed for the day and I do so out of doors, in front of many other souls who are doing the same. I have chosen an outfit I would not normally wear, a black-and-white-striped Italian or French style long-sleeved tunic with black sweats. Like the gear of a mime or beatnik or artist. In the dream I wonder about this choice. Am I in Italy? Amatrice?
Day notes:
People are living outdoors after the devastating quake in Italy. There was a 6.8 quake in Myanmar as well that killed 4 and damaged 200 temples.
Angela S. has appeared in my dreams before. Her title at work is Channel Marketing Director. She does have an extroverted, happy disposition. I think the dream character, though, is one of my spirit guides. I am quite sure I heard her beautiful voice a year ago during the last meditation we had at Peace Valley, Arkansas.
Why am I so happy about the the fault line? The family split? The eventual outcome has presented itself but is many years, perhaps centuries, away. My parents’ 60th wedding anniversary is in October.
Yesterday was the second anniversary of Kay’s passing. It was a frightening day. Chris’ skin looked grey and his breathing was extremely labored, shallow. He took a short, loud, small breath every two or three seconds. He slept till 9:30 in the morning and went to bed at 7. I wanted him to go to the doctor but he said he was fine. I thought he seemed better today but he says he has aching in his back, and he is still having trouble breathing. I suspect his heart, that his atrial fibrillation is acting up.
Interesting dream. I love the setting of being in your Grandmother’s house. The ancestors…. A falling away from the center But since it is so solid, it is not going to happen right away. I keep thinking about the “fault” line. Like somebody’s fault. To me, I am not feeling so responsible for my family any more. In fact, I can go outdoors with lots of other people and get dressed (don’t feel exposed). I like the black and white garb. A balancing of my conscious and unconscious. It is like saying there are so many things happening in the foreground of my life, but, my inner life is strong. I am centered.
I wonder now if I have the timing wrong. Maybe that black seam is a healed scar and not a fissure. It was very stable. I like your take that I am comfortable with the “outsiders” and not anxious about revealing, being naked with them. My people. I wonder why the fates are not sending more dreamers your way. Your understanding of the psychological information in dreams is profound.