(Saturday, Day of the Dead, 2024) new moon Scorpio / tarot eight of wands
I sense the dark, nighttime sky in this dream. Cousins and other family members chat with me on the old Sheehan ancestral land, near the farmhouse front yard. I have a small sculpture I carry in my two hands. It is a little house made of tree sticks. The walls are open and I can see inside. There are two furry, grey caterpillars, one very tiny and one of a good size who starts to grow. As I watch him get bigger and bigger, I decide to walk up the grassy area that leads to the distant road. I tip the wooden “house” so the wooly caterpillar falls out into nature. That is a relief to the baby caterpillar, and to me.
Day notes:
This reminds me of the cardboard house I made for our Monday dream circle.
I will need to think about caterpillars for this dream. Worms come to mind, creatures that enter coffins and eat the dead. Bonnie and Margi visited yesterday, and the near-future of my parents passing came up in a conversation with Margi.
Day notes November 17, 2024:
Reading this dream again gives me prescient elements. The sculpture made of tree sticks must be paper clay. I will begin working on a ceramic design I made a year ago after I finish painting our entryway. The sculpture is three houses, and each house is open on a different side (top, bottom, front). Letting go of the big, wooly grey caterpillar might mean my house-painting is nearly done. Three of the rooms I painted are light grey.
I think of caterpillars as the stage of life before coccooning and eventually becoming a butterfly. Big transition. Maybe, it represents one of your parents making the big transition and you as the little caterpillar is relieved. I like that you are freeing the larger caterpillar; helping it to make the transition.
I love your take on this dream, Bonnie. The stage of life of caterpillars had not entered my mind, thank you!