(Wednesday, August 22, 2018) moon waxing gibbous Capricorn/ tarot nine of pentacles
I dream of being in the white stone underground at Cullan and Hillary’s Royal Wedding, struggling with Chris’ illnesses but supported by my family. Suddenly an intense odor fills my nose and lungs. The toxicity in my chest is so powerful it wakes me up and I recognize the scent. There is heat associated with it. I can no longer actually smell the chemicals, but the memory stays with me as I lie in bed, trying to identify the familiar odor. Finally I realize it is the dangerous fumes that emanate from my kiln when the temperature reaches 800 degrees. That is the point where the clay is fully purified, and shortly thereafter silicon transforms into quartz crystals.
Lola is sleeping next to me, shaking and groaning in a mild seizure. Is the dream scent a message of her epilepsy? When Chris has grand mal seizures, he experiences sharp, burning smells before losing consciousness.
The vivid reality of this olfactory dream causes me to get up and inspect the house, to make sure there is no fire burning inside.
I love that the scent is from the kiln which at that temperature purifies the clay and turns the silicon into quartz crystals. What a transformation!!