(Wednesday, February 24, 2021) waxing gibbous moon Leo / tarot Wheel of Fortune
I have a dream with two separate parts.
In the first, shorter vision I am visiting my grandmother Sheehan’s old farmhouse. When she sold it in the seventies, it had not been updated since her husband passed away from a truck accident in 1938. I guess it had an Irish theme because the outdoor siding was green and the old floral wallpaper and kitchen cabinets were green too. In the dream, a lively young couple have bought the house but made no decorative updates at all. A group of us (friends? cousins?) are taking a little tour. I am very surprised that nothing has changed, that a young couple have made no repairs or remodels to such an old house.
In the second piece of the dream, I am together again with a small group of friends or cousins. This time we are riding in a car together, driven by an aggressive, blonde young woman. The car reminds me of the Volare station wagon we had when I was a teenager and that I later took over from my Dad.
A second blonde young woman is sleeping in the back of the station wagon. Suddenly the fierce driver pushes her out of the open rear hatch of the vehicle. We passengers are horrified as we watch the awakening young woman fly through the air along the highway. Her horizontal body crashes into another car at the edge of the right lane. A young man and woman are ejected from that car. All three roll through the air and crash on the tarmac, dying instantly.
Day notes:
I ruminated on this dream this morning because it was so powerful and I don’t usually dream about violence or death. Yesterday my tarot card of the day was Death, and cards often illuminate my dreams. I decided that the second part of the dream referenced my Luther relatives, who have had at least six deaths from car, truck or plane crashes. I looked at my emails and saw an invitation from Jill Purce for an ancestry Zoom weekend. That seemed related to this dream. Then I got a phone call from my sister Jo, who was heading up to Cambridge to help my Dad get to the hospital. Both my mother and my father are now in the hospital. The Wheel of Fortune card of the day seems to be about fate.
Chris and I frequently wonder why the young couple we bought our house from did not make more repairs. I guess the Sheehan part of this dream tells me to not worry about it.
The Luther part of the dream brings up questions I have always had about my aunt Carol, killed by a pickup truck on her sixth birthday. My Dad and Grandpa were inside the pickup (“Bud” was five years old) but my three aunts were in the back bed of the truck. Did my blonde aunt Mary push my blonde aunt Carol?
I took Wyn to Fuller Park yesterday and met a little blonde girl named Alice. “Alice in Wonderland,” she said. My Dad’s youngest sister is Alice.
Tiger Woods had a bad car crash yesterday.