(Sunday, September 8, 2019) waning gibbous moon Capricorn / tarot Dreamer of Spirals (page of pentacles)
Vivid dream that feels like an alternate reality:
I am in a long, moving line of people. There is no end of the queue and no beginning of the queue. We are in single-file order, supportively embracing the humans ahead of us, resting our heads between their shoulders and curving our arms around their bellies. It reminds me a little of the string dance we often do at the dream conference costume ball.
Claudia has my back: we have been discussing nutrition, supplements, herbal remedies and energy healing. We are on the same page. We both have met the naturopath Dr. Michael Murray. The dream seems to be messaging that the supplement I have been taking for many years, formulated by Dr. Murray, is important to me. Time to refill my empty bottle of OsteoMove.
The person ahead of me that I am warmly hugging is someone I also know. It might be Bonnie. It might be Mary.
As a member of the queue I am simultaneously working on my design job. We are all walking and working. My working reality feels like a big, active cloud floating above my right eye. In my cloud I am watching a presentation of new ad designs by a wildly innovative, dark-haired young man. He formats his layouts like the animated television ads from a couple of years ago: actors would lie on their backs, surrounded by funny props, while thousands of still shots were taken. The still shots were fused into an active video, very much like the Peter Gabriel video I love made by the British creators of Wallace and Gromit.
I am inspired by this designer’s beautiful process but also by his clear lack of ego. The purity of creativity matters to him, not any kind of social recognition. His unusual genius for design work is like nothing I have ever seen in my profession.
Two full-page ads are on my project list. I decide to revamp them in a style motivated by the design genius. I delete a gold swoosh pattern and replace it with some ghosted Mayan pictograms. I lay a crystal goblet carved with elaborate Mayan images over the top of the printout of one of the ads and take a photograph with my phone.
Then, Claudia, Bonnie/Mary and I arrive at a retreat center. I put aside the printouts of the ads, placing them on a round wooden table like Chris’ Danish-modern that appeared in my Jacob Wetterling dream. I motion to my boss Louis that the ads are done, and that I am done. I am moving on.
Here’s where the dream becomes truly incredible: Claudia, Bonnie/Mary and I move to a mysterious dark room with a huge, burning red hearth. We have entered the void. A highly-spiritual presence from another reality is here to teach us serious, urgent stuff. The Master has no physical body, and our human forms have dissolved into the void. When I awake from the dream, my heart and third eye are still connected to the powerful dimension of the hearth-room. It’s a reality humans don’t ponder until they have passed on from this world.