(Sunday, February 12, 2023) third quarter moon Scorpio / tarot Death
I am dreaming within my dream. It is about an archetypal romantic relationship with Chris, beautiful and fulfilling. Soulmates. Lucid and powerful. We float together in a heavenly white void, spinning and flying with joy.
When I awake within the dream, on my bed, kitty Snowball is lying by my left arm. There are three of him. The second white cat is at the end of the bed and the third one is on my right side. A physical cat triangle, but a single entity.
I want to head downstairs to tell Chris about the soulmate dream. I turn left to my nightstand and see that an old-fashioned clock-radio has been messed with. It’s nonfunctional, broken. In this part of the dream my relationship with Chris feels the way it often is in real life. Disconnected. Convenient for him and stressful work for me.
Fragment: I enter a bathroom used by my family. A male guide is there. I need to clean the bathtub filled with urine, and also the floor, the sink and the toilet. The guide cautions me about the dangerous virus in the urine and tells me to make sure I wear rubber gloves. It makes me think about the H5N1 virus which is on the rise globally. COVID has a death rate of less that 2%, H5N1 has a death rate of 52%.
Fragment: I am standing in the sweetgrass prairie I have visited in other dreams. A highly spiritual place. I feel loved, surrounded by gentle magic. I think of Bonnie.