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(Saturday, March 25, 2017 / moon waning crescent Pisces / tarot Moon – upright)

Is the best description of this dream a lucid fragment? My body recalls a night full of dream travel. Much activity, hundreds of people, but most of the events have dissolved from my conscious memory.

I am on a dream hike with Bonnie and many other dreamers. We straggle slowly along a nature trail I have dreamt of before. The trail is red earth. It’s wide and gently rolling, crossing small streams and wild fields of prairie grass and slender, young trees. I can smell the moist earth. Healing.

In spite of the powerful presence of Mother Earth, there is a distracted, disorganized atmosphere to the hike that causes my consciousness to completely disengage, even as my feet continue to walk the path. At this point I become lucid. My awakened, dreaming mind contemplates the death of one universe and the transformation into a new universe. What does that process FEEL like? I want to know!

Instantly, the interior of my mind and body transform into a black hole of infinite size. I am dimly aware of the shell of my body, but the inside is vast, empty and grey-black. Completely still, yet alive with unmanifested, indescribable power. The lucid aspect of my consciousness is more than a little frightened. I have not had a dream with this kind of quantum energy since 1987 (The Harmonic Convergence).

My lucid mind experiences this Creative Void for a long time. I am fearful during the entire experience that the expansion of the void within will cause my physical body to evaporate or even explode. I realize that I need to be held by another human to bring me back from this mysterious dimension of life and death.

I sense my body walking back to the group of dreamers and coworkers. Dozens of them stand in queue on a sidewalk, waiting for a train or a tour bus. I hear them greet me, warmly, and I feel my left hand wave in return. But I am still filled by the void; I cannot see them with my physical eyes, only with my lucid mind. (The dream body sensation is a little like my real-life episodes of benign paroxysmal vertigo, overpowered by energy I cannot control. When vertigo happens, all I can do is go completely inside.)

Eventually, I travel to my childhood bedroom and find a woman who can help, a soul sister: maybe my coworker Jebra from Portland, or perhaps Cheri from Yoga Church (a redhead like Bonnie). She gives me a loving hug. I begin to slowly return to my normal level of consciousness.

Day notes:

I awoke with mild pain in the crown of my head and around my eyes. I seldom suffer from headaches. I think my crown chakra must have split open in this dream.

In addition to the metaphysical aspect of this dream, there are also metaphors for the emotional explosion I have been feeling because of the episode of sexual harassment at work. I am getting support from my female HR coworker that will help bring me back down to earth, and to peace.

My beloved godmother Marguerite Sheehan Wolf had red hair. She left us when I was eight years old. Was she my source of comfort in the dream? From the other side?

My sister Jo and I, and our friend Jackie, were nearly sexually assaulted when I was six by two teenage boys, neighbors.

I am increasingly fearful of the dramatic, dangerous outcomes of climate change. In the 1970s I had a strong intuition that I had incarnated into a time of great earth changes. Now they are here.

(Saturday, March 25, 2017)

Scientists are showing me a list of the alkaline foods that are best for my health. For some reason they tell me to eat less apples (my favorite fruit) even though they are alkaline, not acidic.

Day notes:

Yesterday Alexander, a research scientist from the Mayo Clinic, came to the house to do my blood draw for the University of Michigan Retirement Study. Chris and I have contributed to the study for 10 years or so.

I have a comprehensive list of alkaline foods in my kitchen. Some researchers and physicians, such as Dr. Weil in Tucson, say that is pseudoscience. But increasing numbers of scientists think alkaline diets benefit auto-immune diseases. My naturopaths call osteoporosis an auto-immune disease. For about a year I have been subscribed to an email newsletter from a lead cardiologist at the Cleveland Clinic named John M (his area of expertise is atrial fibrillation). In one email he talked about his initial skepticism about earthing (grounding the body’s electrical field by walking barefoot on stone or the earth). But now he thinks it may indeed have healing properties. In a webinar I listened to a few weeks ago, another physician stated the same: that in ten years earthing will no longer be “fringe,” just as fish oil, omegas and vitamin D benefits are no longer considered pseudoscience.

I love getting guidance in dreams about the health of my body! I think the dream is telling me to eat less fruit, more vegetables, which was the message from Heidi The Naturopath.

(Saturday, February 18, 2017)

Long, complex vision of the dream conference:

I arrive in the registration lobby. Under my right arm I carry the doll-sculpture I call Edie. She is created not by me but by the great ceramicist Akio Takamori (who passed away unexpectedly last month). Rather than the rough, textured surface of my actual piece, the dream doll has the smooth, graceful, raw surface famous to Takamori. Beautiful!

From registration I move to the gallery, where I have volunteered. I am not well-received. I don’t fit in. I don’t exhibit the standard, middle-class academic sensibility that is desired here. But there is a set of mounting tools needed by the gallery that I am able to fire, to temper, so that they are strengthened and made more useful.

I move through other rooms in the conference, rooms full of people. Out of the corner of my right eye a transparent tarot reading appears, floating in the air above the heads of the dreamers. It is hard to decipher the cards because they are not fully manifest. They arrive from the spirit realm. I think The Fool is at the top of the spread but I can’t be sure. All cards seem to be from the major arcana.

It is time for the dream hike. I head out with the group but am diverted. Off the beaten path go I, walking alone up a dirt road to the top of a hill where I lie down, nestling in the soft warm sand. I love the smell of the moist earth. A black crow flies low, fluttering his wings over my body and laughing loudly, crow-style. We are kindred spirits.

I rejoin the hikers. They have reached a large, rectangular reservoir. Richard W. and another man push through a wire gate and dive into the pool of water. This makes me happy. I appreciate their playfulness and sense of physical freedom. Bravo!

Day notes:

Crow is shape-shifter, trickster. Protector of the Akashic/Ogallah. “All things are born of women” is signified by Crow. Crow lives in the void with no sense of time. Crow sees past, present and future.  Crow’s eye is the gateway to the supernatural. Walk your talk and speak your truth.