(Saturday, October 8, 2016) moon: first quarter Capricorn / tarot: six of swords
Another dream about sleeping. I am me, and I am the Observer Me.
My partner/lover is talking to the owner of a moving and storage business. They are standing on the sidewalk at the edge of the warehouse, and I am sleeping out in the open, further down the sidewalk. I rest beneath a fluffy comforter with the old orange and black Allied Van Lines logo printed on it. The “A” is a giant black triangle, shaped like a highway moving toward the horizon.
I am naked beneath the covers, not at all concerned about my vulnerability. I feel safe and deeply happy about the beauty of my soul. I feel the perfect energy, intelligence and creativity of it almost like a beam of light, an aura. It infuses my mood, my mind. Anyone that I come into contact with senses this and responds with unconditional love, as if I am a perfect, angelic star-being.
But danger is on the way. My lover and the owner of the warehouse agree that I need to return home to safety. My lover awakens me and tells me that he is taking me to the airport so we can both board a plane as soon as possible. I smile. I am almost drunk with joy. High. Still fearless.
I tell him that I did not arrive on a plane, but drove my own car. This feels like a loving trick, like a joke. I am so pleased. He will have to ride in my vehicle with me for many hundreds of miles, giving us hours and hours to share stories: mandatory companionship instead of the quickness and mundane environment of a commercial flight. Road trip.
Day notes:
Well, I am not that loved. I made my coworker Christine quite angry on Thursday.
I have been experiencing mild vertigo all week.
Moving company. Moving with company. Allied.
The Geico Sleeping Beauty ad ran on TV as I headed downstairs to record this dream (Chris is watching college football). The narrator says: “If you want someone to leave you alone, you pretend you’re sleeping. It’s what you do.”
I watched a story on the News Hour last night about Fallujah in Iraq. ISIS has completely destroyed the city. In one scene a small boy wore a t-shirt with an Allstate logo. So often in the news I see donated American clothing worn by struggling people around the world.

Compensation? (re your co-worker and your anger?) It feels like such a lovely dream to me and I love that instead of taking a plane, I have a nice long ride with my lover. Planes can mean a fast transition. To me this is a nice long transition.