(Monday, November 18, 2024) waxing gibbous moon Cancer / tarot seven of cups
Lately I wake up and have the memory of a long, long dream, yet most of the visual details are gone. What is left is a strong feeling in the heart and sensitivity to the alternative dimension that is dreaming. My unconscious is very conscious. I guess that is the normal dreaming process but I feel more connected to the energy than the story. Thriving in the void.
This morning I have a cloudy dream of being in the upper level of a large building, working at something. Plenty of others are also working, and we all have our individual chores. A small little sculpture or religious piece made of pine or rosemary needles falls from the front of a window onto the steep hillside far below. One of the male workers, a manager, wants me to fetch the piece, even though it is not mine and I did not drop it. I tell him I am on my way to a road, to a journey. Once outside I try to grab the fallen, breaking green needles but they are under a wooden patio and I cannot easily reach them.
I move onto the dirt road, walking towards a river bed. I have dreamt of this road, crossing an expansive grey river, many times in my life. Often it has been very precarious travel. In this dream I look ahead but the dream ends before I make any progress on the road. A symbol of death or transformation? There is an electrical, charging element of this dream, too, that just bubbled up, but I can’t really see it anymore. Maybe the fix to the power sockets/system is one of my chores. I don’t know.
Day notes:
I had a recent dream where my father allowed me to plant a field of rosemary at his old house. I thought that was a symbol of a cemetery. The river road has shown up in my dreams when family members pass away. Years ago, I remember dreaming about my grandmother Helen Luther traveling on a road or a bridge from one side of the river to “the other side.” But I also dream of the river road or river bridge when it is not related to death. A different dimension? Progression in this life?
Rosemary still surviving in my autumn garden bed
Symbolism of rosemary: Love, lust, memory and mourning are all associated with this aromatic herb. Since ancient times, the aromatic herb rosemary has been believed to improve your memory.
I wonder how the man asking you to retrieve the sculpture is related to the road and river. The dream ego says no, it is not my sculpture and I did not drop it, yet, she does try to retrieve it, but can’t do so. If this were my dream, I wonder if the transformation is related to boundaries and not doing what someone else wants me to do, but to be on my own journey. The last dream you posted had a theme of journeys.