(Sunday, March 19, 2023) waning crescent moon in Pisces / tarot 9 of swords
I’m moving through a square building that has been mortared. Bombs destroyed it. The original structure had an open central courtyard. The architecture reminds me of the building at Rolduc Abbey in Kerkrade, The Netherlands, where the IASD conference was held in 2011.
I happen to see a large mural of a battle scene at one edge of the courtyard. My fellow laid-off coworker John D. is in the middle of the photo and he is actually standing near me, so I ask him about it. Our conversation confirms that the destruction was an attack, not a natural disaster (like an earthquake). This must be my former workplace.
I move on and pay attention to the rubble, the sorrow. As I pass through the courtyard and enter one of the four hallways, I notice that my former coworker Mary is following close behind. She is chatting obsessively to me, but I ignore her. I never even turn around to acknowledge her presence. I was able to get her hired last year and now she has been given functions of my old job of eighteen years.
I am focused on finding the door that leads to the outdoor sculpture garden, such as Rolduc had at the convention.
Day notes:
Rolduc Abbey may have entered my dream because I recently listened to a Scott Sparrow interview. In 2011, I remember learning that the abbey had been attacked by Napoleon‘s army, killing many residents. This dream also reminds me of Ukraine.
