(Sunday, May 21, 2017) moon waning crescent Pisces / tarot Coyote
I live in England, in a community near the sea. The shape of the village is a perfect square. The coast extends along the north edge of town, and the town center has been emptied of all structures except for four cube-shaped, red brick apartment buildings. Flats, I guess one would say in the UK.
So, these four cubes sit in an open field of beach sand. I live in the south flat. The other three are located like points on a compass or a medicine wheel: east, north and west. A roundabout is under construction that will connect the cubes in an oppositional spiral. Cloverleaf? I can’t easily describe the energetics, the movement of the spiral. It’s quantum and mysterious, at least to my waking mind.
A sense of caution is needed in this town. Danger can arise. Construction of new, safe neighborhoods are being planned for the central area.
The interior of my apartment is simple, humble and in need of some renovation. The current decor feels as if is from WWII and contains only four colors, pastel versions of the Tara mandala: salmon, pale yellow, sage green and soft sky blue. There are square ceramic tiles on the walls and floors glazed in these matte colors.
It is Friday afternoon. I have finished working for the week and am heading out of town for the weekend. I hear a knock on the door. A happy party of my male coworkers have come to play cards at my dining table. It is also their intent to guard and protect my flat while I am away. They start slamming down beverages so I inspect one of their clay mugs. They are not drinking alcohol — that is a relief! I trust them.
As I head to the back door, a young homeless woman pulls me aside. She is looking for a safe place to bed for the evening. We decide that she can put a mattress and blankets on an empty raised platform in the kitchen that once held a large iron stove, many years ago.
Finally I am free to exit the flat. The door opens to an old stone patio in a small brick courtyard. I start to walk across the courtyard and into the village.
Day notes:
Is this about the Manchester bombing? During the dream I think I am in a large city, like London, even though it looks like a village. Manchester is near the ocean, but not on it. Manchester-By-The-Sea in Massachusetts IS on the ocean. I read a story about homeless men who assisted victims of the bombing.