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(Sunday, October 5, 2014) Waxing gibbous moon in Pisces / ace of cups

My son Cullan, my sister-in-law Kathy and I are getting ready for a journey over water. We are heading to a hotel for a family event. Maybe a funeral, maybe a reunion: my dream recall is fuzzy. We meet briefly in a parking lot next to the harbor to discuss our itinerary. I have my phone ready to input the exact address into Google Maps but Kathy is in too big of a hurry and gives the city of Detroit as our final destination. I don’t even have hotel reservations. I’m frustrated but I figure I can call Cullan once we are underway to get more precise information.

We begin our journey in Chicago, on Lake Michigan. We will have to travel all the way up Lake Michigan and all the way down Lake Huron. We are traveling on large, flat barges. The barges rise only a few inches above the waterline. There is no railing or pole to hang onto for balance and support. This makes me fearful: the water is calm but what if a storm blows in? The barges move very rapidly. Each of us travels on a separate barge. Kathy and Cullan are far ahead of me. The sky is heavy and grey but a golden light shines along the horizon.

Day notes:

The mood of this dream reminds me of how Kathy informed us of the date and time of my mother-in-law’s funeral only four days in advance. The funeral was September 27 and Kay died August 26.

Why Detroit? Chris has family in Holland, Michigan and I have family in Flint and Ann Arbor.

(Friday, October 3, 2024)

I have traveled to the peak of a very tall mountain. Dreaming. When the dream is complete, my body dissolves into beautiful golden stars, which fall to the earth and turn back into my physical body.

My dream “Hoch Deutsch” was full of very specific precognitive elements about Sabine and her house.

First of all, I was completely unaware of her age. The green sedan in the dream is from the 30s or 40s. Sabine is nearly 82 years old. She was born in 1933. Her mind still has tremendous speed and vigor.

In the dream, there is a patio at the front of Jung’s house. Sabine has a walled courtyard at the entrance to her adobe house. It and the house are a bit neglected, as in the dream. As one would expect from an octogenarian whose eyesight is compromised.

In the dream, I find a corridor behind the main living room. Sabine’s office is in a separate building behind the main house. She has a portrait of Jung on a bookcase inside her office.

In the dream, my coworker Cyndi looks through the wooden cases behind Jung’s living room with me. The cases are full of small mythic sculptures from around the world. In waking life, Cyndi has filled her cubicle with small plastic sculptures and a spinning sand box. In Sabine’s office, two walls are lined with wooden shelves full of tiny plastic archetypes. She has a small desktop sandbox near the toys.