(Saturday, July 25, 2015) Moon: waxing gibbous Scorpio / Tarot: Chariot reversed
Second dream.
I’m at a dream event at someone’s home. I am part of the outer ring, not the inner circle. I see Arthur from the IASD, a founder of the organization.
To pass the time, I go to the kitchen to see if there is anything to eat. Someone has brought a two-gallon glass jar full of miniature dill pickles. The pickles are accessed through little glass drawers on the side of the jar that one pulls open with a tiny silver handle. As I try to open a drawer, it pops off the jar, landing on the linoleum floor.
I get down on my hands and knees, searching for the small piece of glass, with no luck. Of course I feel guilty, but there is nothing to be done. The drawer is nowhere to be found, at least by me.
I walk back into the living room, with the intention of moving on, leaving the meeting. Walter B. is seated at the end of a long table, facilitating a group of dreamers. As I pass by him on my way to the door, he grabs my right hand. He turns to me and says, “Please sit, I would like to talk with you when the meeting is over.” His demeanor is warm and gentle. Very supportive. I feel loved. I sit slightly behind him, to his left.
Day notes:
I had a lovely parting experience with Walter in Virginia Beach. We came down into the hotel lobby at the same moment. I gave him a big hug and he was fine with that. He thanked me for “my presence.” I thought he meant my presentation, and I said, “but I didn’t give a presentation.” He made a swirl with his hand, like he had done when he was describing a crazy New Age woman he had dated to Bonnie and I at lunch one day. But he was very serious and respectful. “Your electrical presence,” he said.
My second dream of Walter in a couple of weeks. In the first dream he was a Trickster figure. Pickles seem like Trickster food.
Arthur ended up not being able to be seated at the table his partner had saved at one of the IASD lunches. She had offered chairs to Peter and I but then Rachel’s friend showed up a bit later and took Arthur’s chair. With no sense of guilt whatsoever when he showed up with his plate of food.