(Thursday, June 6, 2024) new moon Gemini / tarot Star
Chris and I are standing in our living room. The space is long and narrow. It feels horizontal, dim. I notice that we have forgotten to lock the front door. It opens. A very tall, dark-haired man enters with his smaller female companion. They appear to be early middle-age, attractive and fit. But they say nothing. They each hold one large, wrapped gift box, which feels to me like the potential offering of scam, theft.
Because they do not speak, I panic. Chris and I are able to pull down a large, curved clay door and trap them inside, next to the wall. The stonework’s function is similar to a garage door but it feels ancient, like the rough seal of a cave. I worry these strangers may escape, so we head to our next-door neighbors’ house in order to safely contact the police.
We knock and our neighbor Mike opens his front door. Inside is brightly lit. The living room is enormous, like a conference or party room, full of dozens of students. Celebratory and cheerful. We are welcomed inside. We wander through their house, phone the first responders, then return to our home.
I check the old clay door again. I worry that the edges had been broken off years ago but I see that I have repaired them. There is no way the strangers can escape.
Still waiting for the police, I walk outside to our backyard. I notice the neighbors have turned their yard into a farm field. The crops are just starting to pop up. The fertile black earth is flat, ready to feed a new harvest.
Day notes:
Cullan and Hillary are spending the weekend planning Wyn’s fifth birthday party. Our neighbors are planning for their daughter’s graduation party.
I so often dream of tall, thin men. This one is about seven feet tall. I listened to a podcast interviewing Whitley Strieber. He believes that our suicidal climate change will bring those he calls “visitors” to the forefront of our reality. Soon.
I spent three hours yesterday (as did Cullan, Hillary and my sister Jo) attempting to apply for the Minnesota e-bike rebate. The site kept crashing. At one point I was able to finish the form, which included my social security number, and then it crashed again. Not good.
Dream group, my take on this dream:
“My Living Room is at dusk. True enough at this stage of life. My Guide, who so often enters my dreams (and holds my back), walks in the open door without my permission, as I often feel in my dreams. But he brings a gift. Every dream is a gift. A Visitor stands beside him. Perhaps she is an element of my own being. This time the Guide brings overwhelming information, and my fear of the truthful story makes me want to hide the messengers. I want protection to come from other strong human beings, but that cave door I made myself must open again. The Guides are not imprisoned. Humans imprison themselves. Connection to the earth needs to be deeper. New growth must come from the fertile planet. A new harvest, a new phase of existence is cropping up.“
Bonnie reminded me that I kept saying “first responders.” Pat used the word “earthenware” to describe clay. I like both of those.
