(Santa Fe dreams from Friday, September 12, 2014) Waning gibbous moon in Taurus
Dream 1:
I go to Taos.
Dream 2:
I need to buy turquoise earrings.
Dream 3:
I see a photograph of me and my “sister” which is clear as a bell, full of visual detail. Like a seated, posed 8 x 10 color studio portrait. We seem to be about 4 and 6 years old. We are Pueblo Indian children, dressed in beautiful silks and ribbons: purple, red, turquoise. Bedecked in jewelry. We have big smiles on our faces, our eyes shine with great joy. We love each other.
Dream 4:
Chris is playing tricks on me, trying to trip me up. I tell him, “No more!” I am packing a plastic bag full of artifacts from our time together (karma, baggage!) and putting it in a large stainless steel trough such as cattle drink out of in the pasture. Out to pasture. The bag has a rope closure and is multi-colored. The trough is filled with bags.