(Monday, June 1, 2015) Moon: full Sagittarius / tarot: crone of pentacles
Conference dream last night. The conference is held in a building with deep red brick walls and white terrazzo floors, like my high school that was built in 1960. A handsome building with large skylights and multi-level ramps that were fun to slide down. Like skiing or surfing on stone.
My two friends and I are running gleefully through the halls at full speed, in the spirit of small children, though we are adults. One of my friends is male and one is female, but in the dream they are always in shadow, so I don’t know if they are Bonnie, Jeanne or Peter.
We run through a wide glass door that leads outside to a stone wharf with angled sides. It’s evening: stars are twinkling in an indigo sky and the dark water is completely still. We are running so fast we can’t stop. We leap into the water, laughing.
The shock and surprise of our entry into the water is that it is warm and soothing, in spite of being part of an ocean bay. I immediately relax. Floating in the harbor is magical, delightful. There are no boats docked on the surface of the harbor, but sailing vessels and a village of lights many layers deep are visible just beneath our paddling feet.
This scene or the memory of it dissolves. My friends and I are back in the conference center, running wildly down the hallways again. High energy. We come to the intersection of two corridors and nearly run down a man and a woman standing under a skylight. The man is a bit derisive. He finds us immature and uncontrolled; we find us joyful!
It’s Ice T, the renaissance-man rapper, actor, writer, political activist. Only in my dream he is much younger, taller and fitter than in waking life (he is nearly my age, born in 1958). He has six pack abs and a mane of thick dreads that frame his handsome face like an aurora. His mate is a Scandinavian beauty, extremely tall and lithe, with platinum hair and translucent skin.
He has become bored of her company. Her cold beauty is all she has to offer. He would like to speak to me, to get to know me better.
Day notes:
Interesting that this dream comes soon after the dream of the “Scandinavian King.” Ice T has the air of a black lion, a Lion King. His consort is a Scandinavian Queen. Ice queen.
My guess is that part of this dream explores the depths of the ocean, the vessels and the village of the deep. I am not allowed to remember that scene, perhaps.