(Thursday, November 21, 2019)
I am the passenger in a vehicle that skims along the edge of a country road and brushes against the side of a startled deer. The driver laughs. I guess it is my father, a hunter who has little compassion for wild animals.
Later in the dream I stand on a ridge, looking into the bottom of a grassy hollow where a small pack of dire wolves are heading up the steep hill. Time for humans to vamoose.
In the next scene I am inside of my grandmother Sheehan’s farmhouse. Our ancestral home. We know that the dire wolves are on their way, but we as a family have negotiated with the pack. They will not harm us. We have agreed to place a sacrificial offering, a large basket full of egg yolks, in the front yard for them to eat. They direct us to pull down all window blinds when they arrive. As I quickly lock the front porch door, a huge wolf rises up the concrete steps, gazing at me through the screen.
Day notes:
(April 19, 2020)
This is my second dire wolf dream. When I shared the first one with my dream group, I saw it as a message of mass extinction (dire wolves became extinct 10,000 years ago). Now I see the wolves as symbols of the coronavirus. Dire straits. Nearly every journalist uses the word “dire” to describe aspects of the the pandemic. The journalist Rachel Maddow calls the virus “a beast.” Today the global death toll is 161,270. Mass extinction.
A peak of the US virus was during the Easter season. The golden egg yolks bring to mind the spherical shape of the virus. The yolks also look like the sun. The solar outer atmosphere is called the corona, which is only visible to humans during an eclipse. In ancient times, eclipses were considered episodes of punishment and abandonment.
Lock-down at the ancestral home!
