I am outside cleaning out a small structure. It is about 5 feet high and is square. It is made out of pine wood. It has straw inside it. I see a small head of a garter snake. Then the head and the snake get larger and larger. It comes towards me. I grab it behind its head. It opens its mouth. It has large teeth. I pick it up and throw it into the bushes. I feels surprised, nervous and determined.
Garter snakes have small teeth.
There is a ship close to the pier. Kids are jumping off from the side of the ship and swimming to the dock. The side of the ship has these small platforms and holes to jump from. The ship is an “industrial” ship-looks rusty. Other adults and I help the kids onto the dock. The water is very cold. I help a 10-12 year old girl up. She has eight books with her. I read them to her. I read them a few times. Both of us are then tired of them.
I walk about four or five blocks away from where the girl is sitting. I look around and see she has jumped back into the water. I get nervous. It is too cold to stay in the water for long. I hurry back. I cannot move very fast (I am my age now-73). However, I do get there on time.
Ideas: Saving my younger self? Tired of books= tired of my old stories? I save myself twice. The water is cold. Cold feelings?
(Saturday, September 16, 2023) new moon Libra / tarot Knight of Swords
I dream of my large communal environment. Everyone knows everyone. People are walking and pleasantly interacting, sometimes outside, sometimes inside. I observe Chris head out the front door of our house, with the alarm still on.
A much younger man approaches. He reminds me of Ryan H. from the IASD (I have received a lot of emails from him recently). The brown-haired dream man is in his early forties. He is not much taller than I am. His wide, beautiful smile honors me with heart-felt enthusiasm. We are to walk together. He embraces me with both arms, which gives me a bit of a shock. We are not lovers, but my soul senses his universal, spiritual love, and I wrap my arms around him in my attempt to understand. To get to know him. It seems impossible to walk so cradled together, but we do. His strong affection and intelligence calm me, making me feel more metaphysically balanced. Whole.
It is prevalent for the community to hike for many miles. My friend and I are walking along a large circle, a labyrinth. Before we have gone halfway, a group who have been in compassionate contact with Chris greet us. In their deeply caring way, they inform me of Chris’ failing health. I release my middle-aged companion and head into a building, looking for Chris.
When I find him, I can see how thin and weak he has become. He is deathly frail, which fills me with tremendous anxiety, although it does not worry him at all.
Day notes:
The front-door alarm makes me think of having to call 911 for an ambulance.
The painting Chris is working on includes angel wings, third eye and heart.
I met Ryan H. at the Virginia Beach IASD conference. His presentation was about health information provided by intuition and dreams.
