DREAM 1: Thurs, Feb 5 Chicago, 2009, Parents in Chicago
I plucked Inana’s songs, Sumerian goddess, from mom's shelf, initiating a hypnagogic night in Hyde Park Apt 614. But I snatch one remarkable fish from the dream flow. A black immense cosmic space, tiny stars, then Milagros appears. A tiny figure in the dark, but a little like Mary Poppins. She's wearing a starry-heaven metallic hat --I can draw it. Pink, light circuitry. I wake and muse: Milagros?
That day, my Chicago-Oakland flight is cancelled in Denver. Looks like only flights available will arrive in SFO at 11pm. My chest is tight with anxiety, so I invoke Milagros and feel a distinct warmth. Customer Service finds a formerly non-existent seat on a United flight into Oakland. Milagro, a practical angel. Thank you!
Arrived in Oakland and got to Jo and Chris by 9pm without my luggage.
DREAM 2: Friday, Feb 6 Johanna's TV room in Oakland
Feast of nuns (Hebrew not Catholic)
I prepare a special dish to share with people who will teach large classes. It's flat, like quiche, with special ingredients. Unusual, rare, maybe magical. We're in an European old stone house (I don't usually dream of European landscapes). Five people arrive together instead of their designated times. I'd scheduled everyone too close.
Delfina is one of the 5. She says "I looked it up" and shows a white piece of paper. At the top is a line of Hebrew nuns, vavs and zayns. (I was learning the Hebrew letters in Chicago). I can't write them here, but like this (don't know how many in the line). I noticed that the first was a nun and was violet.
111111111
Yes! These are the symbols for the ingredients in the order to be added. It was simpler than all the elaborate directions in my recipe. I wasn't certain we were going to use it because there was so much going on.
But the image kept appearing - 1111111
Dream 4a&b: Feb 9 Watsonville
Dream 4a: Horse heaven, Jaguar Heaven
I'm on a motorbike-bicycle to get a Horse Heaven/Latitude Tee shirt. The brown boy is peddling fast. It's near closing time. Outside the market, men (Filipino?) are hanging around, playing cards, drinking coffee. They look up. To a particular man, the boy asks, “Lo-o?” which I understand as ‘closed’? (but in Khmer it means beautiful.) The man nods, gestures to go back in. He’s in charge. “Sa likod,” I ask? I think in the dream that we are speaking Tagalog. We go down into a gloomy textile open market. Most stalls are closed in the low light. Feels deserted. On the way, I take out $20: two crisp $10 (round trip) and one $5 for a tip. I can’t decide. If I give it to him now will he still take me back?
We get to the back stall of textiles that is still open. There a room in the back with tall shelves filled with merchandise. There’s still time. The shopkeeper, the guardian, has what we want on the table in front. But then we move back to where there are three really smart people, self-confidently aware of their star power. The line is full now.
I wake & Google "horse latitude": Either of two subtropical atmospheric high-pressure belts that encircle the Earth around latitudes 30°–35° N and 30°–35° S and that generate light winds and clear skies. Because they contain dry, subsiding air, they produce arid climates in the areas below them (i.e. the Sahara). The Southern Hemisphere, which has more water area than the Northern, has the more continuous belt of subsiding air. The belts contain several separate high-pressure centres and shift a few degrees away from the equator in summer.
DREAM 4b Milagros back in her star hat: “I saved it for you.”
In a lecture hall, a woman is talking from the dais. I have a seat up near the front to show I’m interested and will do well. But I'm sharing that single seat with a short woman in a yellow pant suit. When I get up to give her the seat – its not worth it to sit this way – she falls backward on her head. I walk down the wide middle aisle, back to the seat I first had, but now it’s taken. There is nowhere to sit. The lecture hall is now filled. I don’t care if I’m walking in full view, I’m looking for a seat. Then, on the right, a woman in a hat with a star on it gestures that she has a seat for me. It’s in the back. When I get over to her, she says to me conspiratorially, “I saved it for you.”
Wake up. Draw this:
x
------- -------
------- -x----- - my first seat
------- ------
------- ------
------- -------
-------- xxxxxx - lots of people sitting, no room
--------- --------
----xx--- ------- - where we sit
When I do a dream reflection, I realize that the woman in the hat is Milagros.
I plucked Inana’s songs, Sumerian goddess, from mom's shelf, initiating a hypnagogic night in Hyde Park Apt 614. But I snatch one remarkable fish from the dream flow. A black immense cosmic space, tiny stars, then Milagros appears. A tiny figure in the dark, but a little like Mary Poppins. She's wearing a starry-heaven metallic hat --I can draw it. Pink, light circuitry. I wake and muse: Milagros?
That day, my Chicago-Oakland flight is cancelled in Denver. Looks like only flights available will arrive in SFO at 11pm. My chest is tight with anxiety, so I invoke Milagros and feel a distinct warmth. Customer Service finds a formerly non-existent seat on a United flight into Oakland. Milagro, a practical angel. Thank you!
Arrived in Oakland and got to Jo and Chris by 9pm without my luggage.
DREAM 2: Friday, Feb 6 Johanna's TV room in Oakland
Feast of nuns (Hebrew not Catholic)
I prepare a special dish to share with people who will teach large classes. It's flat, like quiche, with special ingredients. Unusual, rare, maybe magical. We're in an European old stone house (I don't usually dream of European landscapes). Five people arrive together instead of their designated times. I'd scheduled everyone too close.
Delfina is one of the 5. She says "I looked it up" and shows a white piece of paper. At the top is a line of Hebrew nuns, vavs and zayns. (I was learning the Hebrew letters in Chicago). I can't write them here, but like this (don't know how many in the line). I noticed that the first was a nun and was violet.
111111111
Yes! These are the symbols for the ingredients in the order to be added. It was simpler than all the elaborate directions in my recipe. I wasn't certain we were going to use it because there was so much going on.
But the image kept appearing - 1111111
Dream 4a&b: Feb 9 Watsonville
Dream 4a: Horse heaven, Jaguar Heaven
I'm on a motorbike-bicycle to get a Horse Heaven/Latitude Tee shirt. The brown boy is peddling fast. It's near closing time. Outside the market, men (Filipino?) are hanging around, playing cards, drinking coffee. They look up. To a particular man, the boy asks, “Lo-o?” which I understand as ‘closed’? (but in Khmer it means beautiful.) The man nods, gestures to go back in. He’s in charge. “Sa likod,” I ask? I think in the dream that we are speaking Tagalog. We go down into a gloomy textile open market. Most stalls are closed in the low light. Feels deserted. On the way, I take out $20: two crisp $10 (round trip) and one $5 for a tip. I can’t decide. If I give it to him now will he still take me back?
We get to the back stall of textiles that is still open. There a room in the back with tall shelves filled with merchandise. There’s still time. The shopkeeper, the guardian, has what we want on the table in front. But then we move back to where there are three really smart people, self-confidently aware of their star power. The line is full now.
I wake & Google "horse latitude": Either of two subtropical atmospheric high-pressure belts that encircle the Earth around latitudes 30°–35° N and 30°–35° S and that generate light winds and clear skies. Because they contain dry, subsiding air, they produce arid climates in the areas below them (i.e. the Sahara). The Southern Hemisphere, which has more water area than the Northern, has the more continuous belt of subsiding air. The belts contain several separate high-pressure centres and shift a few degrees away from the equator in summer.
DREAM 4b Milagros back in her star hat: “I saved it for you.”
In a lecture hall, a woman is talking from the dais. I have a seat up near the front to show I’m interested and will do well. But I'm sharing that single seat with a short woman in a yellow pant suit. When I get up to give her the seat – its not worth it to sit this way – she falls backward on her head. I walk down the wide middle aisle, back to the seat I first had, but now it’s taken. There is nowhere to sit. The lecture hall is now filled. I don’t care if I’m walking in full view, I’m looking for a seat. Then, on the right, a woman in a hat with a star on it gestures that she has a seat for me. It’s in the back. When I get over to her, she says to me conspiratorially, “I saved it for you.”
Wake up. Draw this:
x
------- -------
------- -x----- - my first seat
------- ------
------- ------
------- -------
-------- xxxxxx - lots of people sitting, no room
--------- --------
----xx--- ------- - where we sit
When I do a dream reflection, I realize that the woman in the hat is Milagros.
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