(Friday, November 20, 2015) Moon: waxing gibbous Pisces / Tarot: ten of cups
In my dream, I wake up. I have been driving a vehicle many hundreds of miles, asleep at the wheel. The atmosphere surrounding me is thick and turbulent, filled with funnel clouds. The tornadoes are a light, foggy grey color, like waterspouts, and are nearly as wide at the bottom as they are at the top. One spins very close to my left side, near the driver’s door. I consider ditching the car and taking shelter in an office building on my right. But the sky is filled with vortices and so it seems futile to try to escape. Instead, I surrender to the nearest wormhole. It sucks me up into another dream, another reality.
I wake up in the living room of the house I share with Chris. There is a large picture window to the left of the entry door, the same placement as in my childhood home, and opposite that of our Plymouth rambler.
Someone has broken into our little house and stolen one of the speakers that Chris bought to use with the television. The bandits have replaced the tall black Klipsch speaker with a smaller, dummy device. I am surprised that Chris is completely accepting of this invasion and theft, because his stereo equipment is more important to him than almost anything.
I inspect the entire house and cannot determine where the break-in occurred. I decide to stay up all night, watching to see if the thieves return for the second speaker. In the living room, I notice a thin crack in the caulked lower left edge of the picture window. Suddenly one of the banditos stands in front of me and volunteers to demonstrate his technique. He slips his fingers through the small corner opening at the edge of the glass. The window begins to peel up like a clear fabric sheet. I notice that the cuticles and skin on the thief’s fingertips are bleeding. He explains the reason behind the burglary and I then have as much compassion for him as I do for Chris.
Day notes:
Meaning of the name “Klipsch” (so very close to “Krupp”):
http://www.sevenreflections.com/name-numerology/klipsch/
Television: viewing from a distance
Loss of speakers: not being heard, or not being able to listen
I love the “I was asleep at the wheel”. I identify with that when I am not tuned into my higher self. Loved the surrender to the wormhole. What do you say tornados mean to you? I remember that they are a significant part of your past. The picture window (get the picture?) is on the left-(unconscious?) I think of the speaker as my voice. Has someone stolen my voice? I like the window motif as well and how it peels away. The window to the soul? It is not an easy task. The cuticles and skin on the fingertips are bleeding. But because of my compassion I am willing to speak.
Thank you!
Many years ago (1998?) my dream was a valley filled with Tornado’s, many, many (over 25?) They filled the sky to the horizon, from my slightly elevated view. Light between their funnel swirls, as much in awe as any other awareness. It wasn’t until I picked up Patricia Garfield’s Universal Dream Key book, where she suggests (one interpretation) would be emotional turmoil. That rang a true bell when I read it. At the time–nor can I suggest that even now–would I be clever, intrepid, enough to step into one to find out where it would take me….
Peter, what a lovely surprise to see your cogent comments. Sheila, having had Patricia for a mentor, always suggested emotional turmoil as an interpretation of my tornado dreams. God knows my life IS full of chaotic feelings. But the funnels are also more than swirling emotion. Those infinite layers every dreamer discovers along the way!