TheDreamstersUnion

(Friday, March 31, 2017) moon waxing crescent Gemini / tarot five of swords

I am standing inside a small, windowless room in a large, multistory house. The floors and walls are wood. My mother comes to tell me that my brother died a few months ago, and that Chris died in the night. I am shocked, upset that she did not tell me about my brother until now. But I have to let go of that pain and concentrate on the recent death. Chris’ death.

Because I was not there at the time of his passing, unable to say good bye, I dissolve my ego consciousness and enter into the dimension between life and death. Chris is there too. His unexpected death has left him completely disoriented. He does not recognize me, or the transitional state he has entered. I try to comfort him, to talk to him about where he is and what has happened, without success. I embrace him lovingly, then move on.

I meet up with a group of fellow dreamers on a sandy riverbed. I start to tell my story, unraveling my long, braided red and gold locks as I speak. I have Rapunzel hair: each strand is many yards long. As I watch it flow like silk on the river current, I realize that we dreamers are beneath the surface of the stream, breathing water effortlessly into our lungs. Merfolk.

Day notes:

This is my fourth dream of red hair in a week (I did not record one of the dreams. My red-headed brother-in-law was in it. The others I have recorded here on the blog.)

Dreamers enjoying the sea of the unconscious. Their native habitat. La Mer.

Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair, so that I may climb your golden stair. The title of an article by Kathleen Parker yesterday in The Washington Post about Melania Trump.

Saturday, April 1: I got an email from my mother this morning. Both my brother and his girlfriend lost their jobs a couple months ago. Their little girl Tristann turns one year this month. This is very sad news. I wonder if I should pay my brother to replace our siding. That was what he did for a living for over ten years. I will keep ruminating on this idea that could help both of us.

(Sunday, March 26, 2017)

I am in a castle that is inside a barrow, underground. I see the sun shine through the entrance to the upper earth. The interior of the castle is richly decorated with red velvet, gold and jewels. I am royalty.

My brother enters with two male friends, one of whom is my coworker Steve Adams. Steve is bald; my brother has bright red hair. I flip my silky locks between my fingers: “Look! I have red hair too!” But my hair is beyond compare, shimmering like metallic gold and copper threads. Magical. My flowing crown.

Suddenly I need to relieve myself. Defecate. I have trouble finding a private place to empty the waste from my body. Get rid of this SHIT!

Day notes:

This is another dream about my coworker Adam, the sexual predator. Before he lost all of his hair, it was red. But who is the real Adam in this dream? Bald Steve Adams? Or my red-headed brother? Both? Adam has to meet tomorrow with HR and Scott, the president of marketing. Many Scots have red hair, is that the clue?

Red hair: anger? Action? First (root) chakra?

(Sunday, March 26, 2017 / new moon Pisces / tarot Hanged Man – reversed)

I travel to Europe for work. When I arrive, the plane, train and time change make me feel quite disoriented. I think I am in Amersfoort, The Netherlands. But no one on the telly is speaking Dutch. They are all speaking English. The “office” is actually the upper floor of my grandmother’s farmhouse. My cousin Julie is there to help me disentangle from my confusion. I am seated in bed and so is she, although her dream bed is in the corner that was the staircase in real life.

Day notes:

This dream must be about my upcoming trip to England. I am going to a workshop, not to hang out on the beach. Part of Jill Purce’s focus is “healing the ancestors.” Will I meet someone named Julie? Or is she one of my ancestors who will guide me through the workshop?