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(Saturday morning, June 15, 2013)  This dream takes place in a building that feels like my old high school, which was a block away from the house where I grew up. It is a one-story structure built into a gentle slope, with different levels that are accessed by ramps instead of stairs.

I have been chosen to become the consort of the king. I’m not sure what I think about this; I don’t know the king. Perhaps he is old and in decline, but I have an intuition that he is handsome and vital. So I am cautiously open to the idea and consider it an honor, albeit a strange and unexpected one.

His most trusted staff are escorting me through double doors, the entrance to a secret wing of the building. The king’s main adviser holds me by the elbow and ushers me into a small, windowless room, like a consulting chamber. There is no bed and I don’t remember what kind of furnishings are in the room. Maybe a table and chair. I feel excitement and a sexual charge, but the dream ends here, before I meet the king.

Day notes:

In the dream I confuse the word “consort” and “concubine.” When I wake, I look up “consort” in the dictionary, and find that it means partner, co-ruler. “Consort” is the word used in the dream by the king’s staff, but I hear it as “concubine” because I’m expecting a sexual liaison.

Staff: 1. a long stick carried in the hand for support in walking; 2. a rod carried as a symbol of office or authority; 3. the horizontal lines with their spaces on which music is written—called also stave; 4. the personnel who assist a director in carrying out an assigned task; 6. (rod) penis

The room in this dream reminds me of the windowless room of the white lion dream. Lion king.

 In my Friday morning tarot meditation I drew The Lovers card.

Consort: Middle English, from Middle French, from Latin consort-, consors partner, sharer, from com- + sort-, sors lot, share

(Sunday, June 9, 2013)  My upcoming beach vacation must be seeping into my dreams:

I am at the Santa Barbara beach with Trish (my friend since junior high). The sky is very dark. There is a pool under the waves made of concrete blocks. She is walking along the edge, facing out toward the ocean and beckons me to follow. “I can’t,” I say, “I’ve had vertigo.”

She laughs and continues to coax me, and I continue to protest, even though the Observer Me knows that my balance is nearly completely restored.

I realize I am naked; my body is young and vital and beautiful, so I have no shame about being uncovered. But people in my party retrieve my bathing suit and ask me to put it on.

In the second dream, I am swimming alone in the pool where my sister Jo and I learned to swim, at the junior high school (now called a middle school). Again I am naked. When the others in my party show up to swim, I am at the midpoint of the pool. They ask me to put on my suit. It’s a long, sleeveless dress with a beautifully complex blue/green pattern woven into the fabric. People wonder how I can swim in such a costume. It’s effortless for me: I swish my legs like a mermaid.

I’m swimming in the deep end of the pool when I notice that the other half, the shallow end, has completely frozen over. I see my sister Jo below the ice. She is struggling to the surface, wearing ice skates. I worry: how can she swim with those blades on her feet? But she breaks the surface of the ice and takes a deep breath.

Day notes:

In my morning Tarot meditation I drew the seven of cups. The Julie Cuchia-Watts deck shows a naked young woman seated at the edge of a bathing pool, looking at her reflection in the water. Seven urns are scattered at the bottom of the pool. (Image below is by the painter Waterhouse.)

(Friday, June 14, 2013)  Trish and Jo are both Cancers (a water sign): Trish was born on June 28 and Jo on June 25.

When Trish and I were at the Santa Barbara boardwalk, we watched a sea lion swimming in an enclosed area of the pier. I felt an immediate connection to her and I understood how human-like her skeleton was beneath her skin. Her legs were hidden, but perceivable. I could also see why sailors once mistook sea lions for mermaids: in the flesh they look very different from any nature video I have seen on TV. You realize when you see a bear standing on its hind legs that bears are brethren. Same with sea lions.

Bathing suit: Card suit (hearts/cups, diamonds/wands, spades/pentacles, clubs/swords). Suit of armor. Suitor. It suits me, it fits me. Business suit. Legal suit.

Pool: collective unconscious

Balancing on (concrete) blocks, breaking through the ice. Those images have similar meanings for me. Skates require balancing on a thin metal blade. Both actions rely on coordinated movement of my feet. Feat. To state the obvious, breaking through an emotional/spiritual block using my flippers/feet.

I was born with two webbed toes on each foot.

 

(Saturday, May 25, 2013) I started firing my large clay head Thursday night. The kiln ran till 2:30 this morning. The piece is based on my dream “Black Sow.” For some reason Claudia decided that the sow’s name is Edie, based on my earlier dream about a witch/herbalist from Cornwall of that name. Yesterday I ran into Lakewinds Co-op for a few items; Bonnie’s sister-in-law Edie was behind me at the cash register, so we had a pleasant, short conversation.

Is it Edie or is it ET?