(Sunday, September 10, 2017) moon waning gibbous Taurus / tarot three of wands / Hurricane Irma makes landfall in Florida
I have been anxious all weekend because the predator is being fired on Monday. I hope that the stalking is over and that we are safe at home.
Perhaps the universe is trying to soothe me with love from the animals. For several days a beautiful, calm mourning dove has been perched in our crab tree. Yesterday she twice flew up from the bushes as I walked down the stone stairs, just a few feet from me. This morning as I got ready to head to yoga, I saw a doe enter the back yard with her two fawns. The fawns were in a jubilant mood. They were playing hide and seek behind the trees, running full-bore in huge circles around the lawn. They had deer-smiles on their sweet brown faces. This afternoon the five giant male turkeys strolled past the picture window, an arm’s length from the glass. Their iridescent feathers are like jewels. Their eyes are very wise.
I did dream of the predator this morning. Rather than respect my boundaries, in the dream he continually touches my fingers. At one point, I lose it and scream at him at the top of my lungs. My coworker Tonya observes with sympathy and seems to be hiding a sexual harassment issue of her own. This is the third time Tonya appears in a dream. The first time I dream of her it is a dream about sexual assault.
I realize in the dream that the reason he continues to stalk me is to provoke me. To get me fired, or to compel me to look for another source of employment. But I have access to one of his projects and I see that he has not been doing his job. He has been doing nothing at all. Pretending.
Our department gathers at a large round table. The predator sits across from me. Daneen, the VP of marketing, sits next to me, on my left. I wink and smile at the predator, silently communicating this message: “Daneen is on MY side.”
Later in dreamtime I am on the shoreline of a channel of water. A missile or submarine shoots rapidly out of the water, deep onto the land, barely missing me. It was directed by the predator. Is this about Irma, or is it my fear of the guns he carries in his weekend job as a deputy sheriff?