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I dreamt this on Friday morning and needed to let it sink in for a fuller awareness:

I am asking Angela Niemann about her twin, who stands slightly behind, at her left shoulder. Her twin is taller, with an alien appearance: translucent, papery white skin, wide-open nostrils, and huge dark eyes. This is what angels really look like, without the human overlay of wings and halos. They are from another dimension or level of reality.

Day notes:

I was happy to see the alien presence. Sabine had advised that I try to contact (telepathically) the aliens I had dreamt of for so many years. But I hadn’t had any luck at it. I read a book on the Star Nations that Pat told me about, written by an Indian professor from Montana. Several Indians said they had telepathically asked the star visitors to leave them alone, and that had worked for them. That is what I did when I was in my late 30s and I had not heard from them since.

 I have had quite a few dreams this past year of the two Angelas. When I was a child, my sisters and I walked along an abandoned dirt road on my grandmother’s farm. I found a Liberty half dollar from the 1940s laying in the sand. I’d never seen such a coin. To me, Liberty looked like an angel. She was walking through a field of stars. I was very excited to get back to the house to show my grandmother. Just before we entered the gate at the front of the house, I found a second Liberty half dollar, from the same decade, laying in the warm prairie soil. So from that time on I imagined that I was blessed with two guardian angels.

(Saturday, February 7, 2015)  Waning gibbous moon in Libra / tarot: judgment

I notice that a chunk of dark grey plaster has popped off of the wall in a hallway my husband has just refinished. The plaster piece is intact; it did not shatter in the fall, so he will be able to easily fit it back into place.

I look behind me and see that the small hallway is at the edge of a grand staircase. I realize I am in a huge manor house with fantastically tall ceilings, like Downton Abbey. It is the house from my dream “Shaking Hands with George.”  The walls are beautifully patterned paisley in velvety earthtones: green, scarlet and gold. The banisters are delicately carved oak. Rooms are warmed by ornate stone fireplaces. A sitting room floor that I at first think is dated ceramic tile from the 1970s is in fact made of shimmering amber, sienna and white-colored quartz.

Day notes:

Got caught up with Downton Abby last night online.

I understand the metaphorical aspect of the elegant, elaborate manor house full of treasure. But I also suspect this is a memory of an actual English house I have known, since this is at least the second time it has appeared in my dreams. This dream differs from the earlier dream in that the house furnishings seem fresh and new. In the “George” dream they seem worn with time.

(Thursday, February 5, 2015)  Waning gibbous moon in Virgo / tarot: four of pentacles

The Dreamsters are in a pickup truck together. We are heading to Guatemala or maybe Argentina, somewhere people speak Spanish. Peter is driving, in his Bear Mode, speeding along a causeway or canal. Bonnie and Pat are in the cab, but Jeanne and I are in the open bed of the truck, bouncing around. I am a little scared. Jeanne is calm.

We park next to a large multi-story brick building that is shaped like an “L.” We enter a main floor restaurant, the door of which is at the intersection of the two wings of the building. The corner angle. Jeanne and I are wearing long, flowered cotton skirts and our feet are bare (bear feet?). I worry we won’t be admitted without our shoes but the wait staff “look the other way.” The restaurant has a Christmas tree in the center of the room as well as other holiday decorations. Fiesta time. A small, gruff boy stands against the outer wall; he is enjoying giving me a bit of grief. There is no language barrier.

Day notes:

 

Chris and I went to the cardiologist today. The doctor recommended ablation, so we scheduled surgery for February 16. Jeanne’s son Scott has had multiple ablations, to no avail. Her daughter’s family is heading to Argentina today.

 

The shape of the truck reminds me of the heart chambers: the small cab is like the atrial and the larger bed is like the ventricle. Pickup bed reminds me of hospital bed.

 

Chris ordered a new bed from Room and Board. It arrives on Wednesday.

 

The gruff boy is like Chris interacting with health care professionals.