Thurs, Feb 5 Chicago, 2009, visiting the parents in Hyde Park
Read Inana’s songs, Sumerian goddess last night.
A sleepless night in apt 614. I pray, half awake, conjure up a half-dream sense of celestial power. Stars appear in black immense cosmic space. A creature appears, Milagros, a small figure in the midst of dark, a little like Mary Poppins. She channels star energy. She has a starry heaven metallic hat. I can draw it. Feels like pink, light circuitry.
That day, the flight Chicago-Oakland is cancelled in Denver. I think of Milagros when my chest is anxious and tight, and feel a distinct warmth. It really surprises me. So I talk to her when I’m afraid I’m going to have to go into SFO at 11pm and Customer Service find a formerly non-existent seat on a United flight into Oakland. Milagros my practical angel. Thank you! Arrived in Oakland and got to Jo and Chris by 9pm without my luggage.
Friday, Feb 6 in Oakland, Johanna's TV room
Dream: Feast of nuns (Hebrew not Catholic)
I was preparing an important dish. Planned to teach it to people who would teach to large classes. It was a special flat meal, like quiche, with special ingredients. There was something very unusual, rare, maybe magical about it. We were in an old stone house, as in Europe (I don't usually dream of European landscapes). The five people arrive together instead of their designated times, I'd scheduled everyone too close.
Delfina 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.
I thought: 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
I think there was more to the dream, but can't recall it anymore. This was the most powerful part of the dream.
Feb 7 on way back to Watsonville
Get home in the rain, go off at Exit Rio del Mar to park and write in the car in the rain. Thinking of nephew Sammy with aspbergers as a song comes on the radio about loving. Sammy might have a hard time finding a young woman to love him. Overwhelmed, I pull off the hiway to cry. God please help him, praying pretty hard, and weeping on the steering wheel. Then, out of the blue, sense of Milagros, a quick bright image of a fairy who arrives after the curse, to give the saving last blessing. It’s a clear feeling, full of grace and love. The prayer was answered even as I prayed it. Sammy will be OK.
In the night I hear the words: Horse heaven, Jaguar Heaven
I'm on a motorbike-bicycle. I want 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, so I’m not sure what I think it means.) 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 up, I think: 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 2: Milagros finds me a seat
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.”
------- -x----- - my first seat
-------- xxxxxx - lots of people sitting, no room
----xx--- ------- - where we sit
When I do a dream reflection on this dream, I realize that the woman in the hat is Milagros.