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(Friday, July 7, 2017) full moon Capricorn conjunction Pluto / tarot three of wands

The structure of this dream is very unusual. Hard to explain in a linear fashion.

I awake thinking I have just had a dream about having breast cancer. But as more of the dream floats to the surface, I realize that my dream includes being a member of a large dream circle led by a physician.

The doctor is like Larry Burk, but with dark hair. No glasses. He believes dreams provide critical health information. I do too. I experience a precognitive dream within this dream of being informed that I have breast cancer. It is a powerful, physical dream. Later this message is confirmed and I undergo cancer treatment. The doctor asks me to share the precognitive dream with his circle, which is seated in a large conference room.

I talk for a long time. I describe the dream event and then the “waking dream” of being diagnosed with cancer from a mammogram. I remember the feeling of the cancer within me. But I also state to the group that women with osteoporosis suffer breast cancer less frequently, because we often have early menopause and shortened estrogen cycles in our lives. That’s me.

Therefore, when I awaken, I don’t really know if I have had cancer in my dream, or just a dream about it. Am I dreaming another woman’s dream? Still, the physician values my story and wants me to share it. Some of the men in the group, students of the physician, are not interested. They don’t care about dreams or the health issues of women.

Once awake I ruminate on this confusing, very sensory dream for awhile. Eventually I fall back to sleep. I dream that the breathwork I do heals breast cancer.

Day notes: 

I spent a lot of time at Kelsi’s wedding talking to Nancy about her stage four breast cancer. I also took a taxi back to Heathrow in May with Kathy from Chicago, who has had stage four breast cancer for six years. Of course, I work with Cyndi who has been at stage four for three years. No relative on either side of my family has ever had breast cancer.

Following the dream, I discover that there is confirmation on the web about the healing benefits of oxygen treatments for cancer. Particularly hyperbaric chambers, but other methods as well: http://www.greenmedinfo.com/blog/reverse-cancer-targeted-mitochondrial-restoration

I am having more and more dreams that give me simple health directives, usually about nutrition. The latest one was about broccoli, and a week later my naturopath recommended I take sulforaphane, a key phytochemical in cruciferous vegetables. A week after that, I got an email about a new study published in the Journal of Biological Chemistry on sulforaphane. It is a cancer-preventative and this study confirms that it assists bone remodeling.

(Wednesday, July 5, 2017) moon waxing gibbous Sagitarrius / tarot Sun

Fragment: I have moved to a country owned and controlled by oligarchs.

Day notes: Before bed I watched a video of Chris Hedges interviewing Noam Chomsky. A discussion of the dismantling of America, turning from democracy to oligarchy.

Over the weekend my brother-in-law and my niece’s husband (former and current financial advisors) told me they have moved their money out of money markets into CDs. They foresee a market crash and I don’t disagree. Last month Republicans voted to repeal Dodd-Frank. What to do?

(Thursday, June 29, 2017) moon first quarter Virgo / tarot 10 of cups

I realize as soon as I awake that this is a past life dream. I am given a name and, for the second time, a photograph.

Chris, Cullan and I are moving into an older home that is new to us. It seems to be a large flat or row house in a large city. Chris is a very fussy architect or designer and leaves to work on renovation plans. I find a room that works for my studio but Cullan and I continue to look for the right space for him.

We come across a medium-sized bedroom with a highly feminine, floral decor: depression-era in style but nothing appears aged. The floor is covered in linoleum with a big, swirly flower pattern in muted greys and pinks. The raftered, vaulted ceiling is covered by square sections of flowered, textured fabric bordered by wooden trim. The fabric is embroidered with beadwork, as is the floral comforter on the bed. The atmosphere is like a friendly, happy garden. Domestic, crafty.

Cullan and I notice a framed picture resting at the edge of the bed. It is of an older, joyful-looking woman wearing colorful, flowered clothing, standing in front of a tall, blooming garden. The image is a eulogy created by the woman’s friends after her death. Her passion was interior decorating. A few lines of text describe her skills, her beloved personality and also provide her name, which was clear in the dream but when I awoke quickly started to fade. “Anita Starling” is as close as I can get. I saw a capital “A” in her first name. Her last name could be “Starling” or “Sterling.”