(Wednesday, October 12, 2022) waning gibbous moon Taurus / tarot king of cups
I’m attending a conference in a large communal building, a hotel. A friend is to my left, the soul of Bonnie, although she doesn’t look like Bonfire. The friend is an active, in-charge person, but I am not. I am insecure, dejected.
We attendees are all sleeping. We are dreaming of our conscious awareness. I wake up here and there, then fall back into dreamland. One moment of my sorrow occurs when I wake up briefly and try to find some clothes to wear at the event. I look inside a big, almost-empty cardboard box to my left. All I can find is a crumpled, long-sleeve black shirt. Sadly, I will stand out as neglectful from my lack of beautiful dress.
I fall back to sleep for a few seconds and wake up again. This time I turn to my right. Behind me I discover a huge box, full of lovely things for me to wear. I feel a huge sense of nearly tearful relief.
Day notes:
I had a strong sensation at our Monday night dream group that I contribute nothing. I am not able to work dreams from a psychological or social perspective, and that is usually the most helpful feedback for a dreamer. Pat is very psychic but also brilliant at the psychology of dreaming. I just can’t do it, which makes me feel stupid.
Clothes to wear: Awareness? Lack of awareness, abundant awareness.