(Friday, February 19, 2016) moon: waxing gibbous Cancer / tarot: Magician (Witch)
Dream 1:
The Dreamsters are meeting at my house. At the evening’s end, Pat and Peter tell me they appreciate the privacy of the room, and the fact that it is primarily reserved for our group. They say good bye and head outside. I panic a bit. There has been a big snow and I haven’t had time to clear the walkway in a safe manner. I rush outside. The path is covered in melting mounds of icy snow. Pat and Peter are already gone. I become the Observer Me and watch myself travel along the snow-path towards the street. I am wearing little in the way of warm winter clothing and my small, real-life black purse hangs prominently from my shoulder: the leather bag I bought for traveling that was in my dream of the zoo I shared with the Dreamsters a few months ago.
Dream 2:
The Dreamsters are meeting at Peter’s house. He and Sara are in the middle of a major remodel. Their house is a very large, modernist structure with floor-to-ceiling windows and a great hall expansive enough for several sitting areas. Wallpaper from the 80s and 90s is being removed and the walls refreshed with paint. Countertops are full of construction debris and materials.
I am holding two paint brushes in my hands: one is about three inches wide, good for painting doors, and the other is a small detail brush. I am preparing to leave, so I place the brushes on a cluttered countertop. Sara becomes very angry with me. It seems the countertop is one used for food prep. I apologize and explain to her that I have cleaned the brushes very carefully. She explains to me that she has just finished sanitizing the countertop. I feel shamed, and concerned for the health of Seth and Orion.
I can do nothing to alleviate the situation, so I turn toward the door. Pat and Peter are having a conversation. Everyone’s shoes are still scattered on the entryway floor, and I spy a pair made of different colors of leather sown together in harlequin style. Lovely! They are Peter’s shoes. He tells me that he is only able to get his feet in part way, that the shoes are too small. I slip my feet in and there is resistance at my upper arches. I wait; soon the leather softens and releases, allowing my feet to slide all the way through to the pointed toes. I tell him I think this technique would work for him. But the shoes have embraced my feet Cinderella-style. I walk out the door and up the street.
Day notes:
The Dreamsters met at my house this week. Pat thanked me for hosting, in a warm and generous way that made me extremely grateful.
I have been painting painting painting.
Walking a mile in Peter’s shoes?
I was very struck by the image of the purse. It felt important, like I was being shown a pun or a visual message. I thought of Jill Purce when I woke up.
Leather purse, leather shoes. Both items used for travel. The Fool in the tarot carries a bag and wears harlequin shoes. Jeanne told the tale of her New Zealand trip at our last meeting, an amazing story of adventure and of literally jumping off cliffs (skyscraper and airplane). The ending of both dreams has me leaving a house where dreams are shared, and traveling along a path, a street, a road. Alone.
Two dreaming men, both named after saints.
My small, quiet, intimate house. Peter’s grand, chaotic, energetic house. The white, snowy environment in my first dream made me think of Nigel and the albedo.
