(Wednesday, January 10, 2018) moon waning crescent Scorpio / tarot High Priestess
I lie in bed, pulling together pieces of a dream when suddenly the terrifying memory of a second dream, the most recent dream of the night, hits like a freight train.
The early dream takes place in my clay studio. Bonnie in her most fierce, powerful aspect is lecturing me. A group of small sculptures are resting outside on a bed of deep brown wood mulch. “Bring those inside! Bring those in NOW,” Bonnie snaps at me. I follow her instruction. I place them on top of my little black bookcase, nestled in mulch. They are safe.
In the second dream I am also at home, but upstairs, looking out of the living room picture window. A global event, perhaps a hurricane but probably a nuclear explosion, erupts before my eyes. Everything dissolves. Reality has the appearance of noise on an old television screen. I sense myself as a living, conscious entity in three dimensional reality but see only the grey noise. I understand that the electrical grid of the planet has been completely destroyed, and I realize I will have to find food in the natural environment. Blind as I am. Grocery stores, refrigeration, modern human culture have been wiped out in the blink of an eye. I make a telepathic connection with Cullan. He is on his way home on his bicycle. I am relieved and grateful.
Day notes:
This dream made me fragile all day. The last time I dreamt of a nuclear explosion was the day that North Korea tested their first atomic weapon.
I think the first dream is about being careful and accurate in the way I pack my clay pieces, if indeed they are accepted for the 2018 dream gallery.
The week of this dream (Sunday) there was a false missile alarm in Hawaii that terrified the community. Today, January 25, the Doomsday Clock moved to two minutes: apocalypse.