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(Saturday, November 8, 2014) Waning gibbous moon in Gemini / three of swords reversed

Dreams dreams dreams!

In the first dream I am with a group of coworkers. We are socializing outdoors. I have the sensation of someone trying to grab my attention. I look up momentarily to meet the gaze of Mitch Jones from the Phoenix office (!). Mitch is an extraordinary human being on many levels: he is handsome enough to make a GQ cover, he is fit, gentle, and extremely intelligent (he works in the IS – Information Services – department). He is holding his beautiful toddler daughter in his arms. I look away almost immediately: I am older than he is and feel unworthy.

The dream progresses to another location. Again I am in a group of coworkers. Again Mitch tries to make eye contact with me. This time he is holding his infant son. I look into his eyes briefly but then cast my eyes down again. I think it is impossible that he wants a relationship with me. Because I am a sensitive, I feel his frustration, which is not an emotion I have ever perceived in him.

In the next dream, I am holding a toy boat made of aluminum. It’s a power boat, maybe a foot-and-a-half in length. A group of us from the IASD are standing at the waterfront along San Francisco Bay in the middle of the night. I recognize Richard Wilkerson and the red-haired British woman I met in Kerkrade who now has her PhD. Richard looks trimmer than the last time I saw him.

The black water of the harbor is full of boats but I want to ride in my tiny powerboat. I’m not afraid. I shrink my physical body until I am small enough to fit in the toy, and zip around on the tall, cold waves.

In the third dream I am with the IASD again. I am not a researcher, not a healer, not a professional artist or writer. Still I feel a great sense of joy in being at the meeting. I love to dream. I love to dance. The dream ends with us all dancing happily at the dream ball.

Day notes:

On Saturday, November 15, I visited Marlene Delott for a tarot reading. I had dreamt of her so I called and made an appointment. Much of what she said is reflected in this dream series.

Marlene asked for questions in advance. I am still struggling in my T’ai-Chi class, so I asked her if I am benefitting, if I should continue. Her answer was a mirror of my Mitch dream. She saw an “energy connection” between me and my teacher (who is at least ten years younger than I am, works for the Fed as an economist, is very fit and good-looking). On my side the connection feels sexual and spiritual. She did not define the connection from his side but said that he has been frustrated in his emotional relationships. She said he is a very nurturing teacher and I should definitely continue my instruction.

She said my experience in Santa Fe “filled me up” and that I will, at some point in the future, help others with past-life dreamwork. I found this very surprising as I have no inclination at the present moment to do that. I thought of Bonnie’s foxy comment, “I don’t need no letters after my name – I navigate the unconscious just fine!”

(Friday, November 7, 2014) Full moon in Taurus / Maiden of blades

I am in a spaceship, suspended over the earth with The Dreamsters Union.

The scene shifts. Either we are beamed down to the planet or our ship lands on a tall peak, because suddenly we are hiking down a steep and wooded mountain trail, in snow nearly up to our knees. Snow is falling hard enough to dampen both light and sound.

I carry a long, pointed stick in my right hand, maybe for balance. Everyone is walking behind me, except for Pat. He is a few hundred feet ahead of me. He has reached the base of the mountain and is moving left into a snowy meadow. I glance to my right and am terrified to see a huge black bear rushing toward us both.

The bear stops briefly. He seems to be deciding whether to attack Pat or to attack me. I raise my pointed stick in a lame effort at self-defense. The bear roars and lunges toward Pat, taking him down onto his back. He rips open Pat’s stomach with his teeth and claws. Pat’s abdomen looks like a huge black bowl, a gaping and horrifying wound that seems fatal to me.

The scene shifts again. The Dreamsters are all sleeping together, near a stone fireplace like the one at Jeanne’s cabin. The logs in the hearth have burned down to warm, orange embers. Our individual mattresses are strewn upon the floor. My “sister” sleeps near Peter. I see a small black frog creep near her face as she sleeps, then hop off of her pillow onto the floor. I ask one of the Dreamsters, maybe Peter, about Pat. I am overjoyed to hear that Pat has been able to heal himself completely.

The dream shifts again. I have walked out of the Dreamsters’ space into a meeting room at my office. My boss, Louis, is there as well as many other of my coworkers. I turn away from Louis and realize that I am naked. I walk calmly back into the dreaming room, unruffled. Once inside the chamber I notice that I am wearing my red flannel nightgown, so I understand that I am not naked at all but that Louis is able to see the real me.

Day notes:

I have just finished two retreats in the same week, one with the Dreamsters at Jeanne’s cabin, and one at work. Our team-building meeting at work used the “Strengthsfinders” book to learn more about each other. Louis and I ended up in the same breakout session because of our similar “strengths.” We share a characteristic called “connectedness” which is about perception of the underlying threads (nothing is an accident, belief in the Collective Unconscious). I joked with him that we are the mystics on the team. I saw a glimmer of recognition in his eye.

I love that the name The Dreamsters Union is inspired by The Teamsters Union. Union members are coworkers. Dreamsters are coworkers. United by dreams.

The work we are doing as a dream group is at a very high level. Spaceship, mountaintop. White snow.

Bear (from “Medicine Cards” by Jamie Sams and David Carson) has much to say about this dream but I could not find a link to the copyrighted text on the web. Suffice it to say that Bear spends winter, the time of the Ice Queen’s reign, in the Dream Lodge, the place where the ancestors sit in Council. Why was this dangerous bear awake and outside of his Dream Lodge?

The dream seems a good omen about the completeness of Pat’s recovery from stomach cancer. I wonder about the black frog. Frog symbolizes cleansing. Maybe my “sister” is Bonnie, since she is so often in my dreams. Or maybe Claudia, since we were both described as cats in Jeanne’s workshop (panther and lynx). A mystery.

The sensation of the six (or seven?) of us in the spaceship was very real. And soft and dreamlike at the same time. Like being held in a silver cloud.

(Tuesday, October 28, 2014) Waxing crescent moon in Capricorn / 8 of wands

I am standing looking out over the square courtyard in front of my house. The courtyard is bordered by a shallow stone wall that doesn’t even reach to my knees. Outside of the wall is simply empty space, and the space is white or clear, not black like “outer space.” Maybe it’s inner space? A stone sidewalk (made of square pavements) divides the yard into equal halves. On my right side is a lumpy, grassy green. I notice a lavender pincushion plant pushing its way up through the turf. I dig it up and contemplate a better place to replant. Maybe at the back of the house? The house in the dream is never visible to me.

I am distracted by the stone grotto at the left side of the square. The stones are porous and full of tunnels, like volcanic rock. My left foot slips down one of the tunnels into the water that runs beneath the grotto. I feel a slippery fish quickly wrap itself around my ankle, then pop up out of the water onto the garden bed. I am startled, a little shocked: the fish is prehistoric, one of the first fish to evolve on planet Earth.

Day notes:

A rocket crashed on the launchpad today, just like my dream called “Rocketship” from October 19.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/10/28/rocket-explosion-antares_n_6064572.html