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Dreaming

Around 3:00 am, I awoke from a rather serious nightmare. I am generally v good at tracing my dreams backwards, at figuring out which shadow is trying to talk to me, at slipping back into the dream and finding a different resolution. Not this dream.

When I finally woke up, got calm, had a sip of water, I asked Tarot: What was that about?

Tarot’s answer: The Moon. Meaning: It’s mysterious. It’s hidden. You’re not yet ready to know.

OK.

Now, I’m going to go back to sleep and ask again what Shadow is trying to tell me.

Don’t you just love dreams? How do you deal with dreams that won’t open up to you?

Dreaming the Dark

Dream Swim

Dream Swim


So if I’m going to be “that” old woman — the crazy one who blogs about her dreams, I might as well go all out. Last night was the New Moon and I stayed up late watching shooting stars. When I went to bed, I dreamed that, as was normal, I drove to the edge of a body of water and then got in to swim to work. This water wasn’t murky; it was blue with little white caps on the waves. I swam and came up level with the seated Statue of Liberty. Her feet were just above the water and I thought to myself that there must still be flooding from Sandy. I swam on a bit and looked down at my hand and saw that I was holding onto my glass heart, even though I was swimming. I thought how glad I was that I hadn’t lost my heart or broken my heart. As I neared the shore where I work, I became uneasy, realizing that I’d left my key back on the other shore. I really didn’t want to stop and go back, but I finally had to face that fact that I wouldn’t be able to get into work without the key. And, so, I finally turned around, finding a submerged wall to use to push myself off from, as when I swim laps in a swimming pool. I began to swim back and noticed that there were some submerged submarines in the water, but they didn’t have anything to do with me, so I swam past them, waking up before I’d gotten very far.

Sometimes, I have to laugh at my subconscious. It tries so hard. Glass heart. Heart in hand. Glad I didn’t lose my heart or break my heart. At the feet of Lady Liberty. Can’t do the work without the key. Submerged things that can either help me or that won’t harm me.

I love this dark time of the year for many reasons, one of which is the rather productive dreams I often have.

May it be so for you.

Picture found here.