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(Saturday, October 8, 2016) moon: first quarter Capricorn / tarot: six of swords

Another dream about sleeping. I am me, and I am the Observer Me.

My partner/lover is talking to the owner of a moving and storage business. They are standing on the sidewalk at the edge of the warehouse, and I am sleeping out in the open, further down the sidewalk. I rest beneath a fluffy comforter with the old orange and black Allied Van Lines logo printed on it. The “A” is a giant black triangle, shaped like a highway moving toward the horizon.

I am naked beneath the covers, not at all concerned about my vulnerability. I feel safe and deeply happy about the beauty of my soul. I feel the perfect energy, intelligence and creativity of it almost like a beam of light, an aura. It infuses my mood, my mind. Anyone that I come into contact with senses this and responds with unconditional love, as if I am a perfect, angelic star-being.

But danger is on the way. My lover and the owner of the warehouse agree that I need to return home to safety. My lover awakens me and tells me that he is taking me to the airport so we can both board a plane as soon as possible. I smile. I am almost drunk with joy. High. Still fearless.

I tell him that I did not arrive on a plane, but drove my own car. This feels like a loving trick, like a joke. I am so pleased. He will have to ride in my vehicle with me for many hundreds of miles, giving us hours and hours to share stories: mandatory companionship instead of the quickness and mundane environment of a commercial flight. Road trip.

Day notes:

Well, I am not that loved. I made my coworker Christine quite angry on Thursday.

I have been experiencing mild vertigo all week.

Moving company. Moving with company. Allied. 

The Geico Sleeping Beauty ad ran on TV as I headed downstairs to record this dream (Chris is watching college football). The narrator says: “If you want someone to leave you alone, you pretend you’re sleeping. It’s what you do.”

I watched a story on the News Hour last night about Fallujah in Iraq. ISIS has completely destroyed the city. In one scene a small boy wore a t-shirt with an Allstate logo. So often in the news I see donated American clothing worn by struggling people around the world.

(Sunday, October 2, 2016) moon: waxing crescent Libra / tarot: Judgement

I am crossing a narrow pedestrian suspension bridge with Chris. It’s grey and foggy. I see nothing below the bridge, not a canyon nor a river, but I am not looking directly below me. I look across to the end of the bridge. I can feel the energetic nature of the bridge. It vibrates through the structure and through my body, rhythmically. The high loop of the wave feels strong and physical, the low end feels like dissolution into empty space. Quantum. I am equally comfortable with both sensations.

Chris leans heavily against me and I am in danger of falling over the edge, into the abyss. I tell him, sharply, to back off. This surprises him and his feelings are slightly hurt.

I make it to the other side but I don’t know if Chris comes with me. He may be there in spirit.

Cullan appears and I am happy to see him. We are in a wooded area filled with red brick warehouses, none taller than two or three stories. Cullan lives here now, as have I in the past. In one small forest we see a petite, curving country lane painted with fire-engine red and bright white arrows and circles. Earth art? Conceptual art? Medicine wheel?

We are enjoying touring many of the buildings, which are full of fun objects and beautifully designed rooms. Maybe it’s an art crawl like I used to attend in the North Loop, when the WARM gallery and New French Cafe were still there.

I have an appointment with my endocrinologist, and the office is far away, so we need to find the vehicle which I left behind many years ago. I dig through a pocket full of keys and find a set that I think may be the correct ones. Cullan and I look in vain through several structures, when I realize the vehicle is probably stored close to his house. We focus on his neighborhood. It is much too late for me to make my appointment, but I do want my car back.

Day notes:

(Precognition) my daily email from Dr. Mercola is about water tables contaminated with endocrine-disruptive chemicals. Thank you 3M.

I have really been struggling with Chris’ health in the last week. Friday he smiled and said I needed to stay strong and healthy. That just made me feel crushed and unsupported. Grim.

I have many recurring dreams of red brick buildings in the Minneapolis warehouse district and am beginning to think they may be my own personal symbol of the akashic record. Storage buildings.

After this dream I had an episode of sleep paralysis (suffocation). I took an online survey from Ryan Hurd yesterday, as he is planning a webinar on this subject and is asking for input on the content.

(Saturday, October 1, 2016) new moon Libra / tarot six of wands

I enter a room where two of my coworkers (Katie and Alysia?) are working very hard, with many long hours yet to go. I climb into a white feathery bed at the edge of the room. Cloud-like and heavenly! I need to nap and dream for just an hour, and then my work is complete. When I awake from my dreaming, I am awarded the prize I have been hoping for.

Day notes:

I check my emails today as soon as I get out of bed. Sylvia from the IASD tells me I have been chosen to be an art volunteer at the 2017 conference. Dream prize!

Dreams have been even more precognitive than usual. I had a dream on September 15 called “No Password, No Passport.” In it, I struggle to get a password for my (Apple) iPhone, which is stolen twice and in the end replaced by an older, “un-smart” phone. Later in the dream Bonnie and I take a river journey to the Netherlands where I discover my passport is missing. In real life, my (Apple) Macbook died shortly after the dream and I was given two replacements, each of which required me to dig around to find the passwords to access the drives. Later, our tech team gave me a workaround for my own Macbook which involved attaching a device called “My Passport.” It is the shape and size of a passport.