Posts Tagged ‘Oak’

Alternate Realities Dream

I had the following dream the morning of January 8. I’ve edited it slightly for posting, along with commentary I wrote after recording the dream. I’m sharing here because this morning’s dream also indicated the option of alternate realities. Much is vying for our attention right now. Choose wisely. Some options are fertile, magical and majestic.

Also, this dream write-up references a new portal door. I have the “door” and much of the design but haven’t started painting yet. Soon. 🙂

1/8/2021
“Tree in the Garage”

I was on the outside of a sidewalk that led to a porch, with a detached garage to the right (as I looked out from sitting on the porch). This was kind of a run down area, and there was a woman sitting on the sidewalk next to me, plus a couple other women who came and went throughout the dream. There was a small cage to the left, and inside the cage some run down plant pots with dead plants.

We were cleaning the area up and possibly were going to replant the garden, which was just these run down pots on the sidewalk. At some point, I noticed how grubby the sidewalks were, and the woman and one other woman started mopping them with bleach. This relieved me that they would get clean and I didn’t need to do it, but I worried about the bleach so close to a would be garden.

There was a tree that had grown inside the garage and then busted out the side window. It seemed dead, and I kept looking in the window, trying to figure this out. The garage had a dirt floor and a bunch of dead leaves in the middle of it where there used to be cement. The tree’s roots had busted up the cement. I was trying to figure out how a tree had grown inside the garage — for so long, too. Its trunk was about 3 1/2 feet wide at least.

It was hollowed out at the bottom, and at one point I said, “Wait! Is that?! Oh, never mind.”

I thought I saw an animal living in the hollowed out trunk, but it was two apples, upside down, with very thick wooden stems sticking out like legs. The wood was kind of like acorn tops, but if the acorns were the size of apples. I realized this was even stranger.

Then I looked more at the busted out window and tried to tell if the tree was really dead, or if it just didn’t have leaves yet. I never got that answer, and I wondered how and why someone let it grow in the garage for so long. How had it gotten there in the first place, and why did no one notice it until it was like a massive oak tree that somehow grew apples from its base?

There was another part about a very large purple-blue door that floated. I was very excited about something behind this door. It had wooden slats so maybe connected with my new Star Card Portal (Star Portal), but it was just a floating door. This had something to do with my old childhood home on Forrest Ave. I was talking with my mom in that house, going through a closet (I think) and saying I needed to trade in old clothes. I’m a little fuzzy on this part but I remember talking with my mom in the main living room with all its big windows. She was her age from when we lived in that house — which is now younger than me, but she was still my mom even though I was my age now.

I was really excited about whatever was behind the door. It would give me a lot of opportunities. … I told my mom specific, detailed concerns. …

All this time I was talking with my mom about limitations, I was aware of the floating purple-blue door, and that somehow this door, when it opened, would shift everything. That I was looking at the caged, dumpy pots when there was this impossibly large oak tree that had grown in the dark in a garage and busted through the window and kept growing. I realized the oak did have leaves, and it was alive.

END of dream journal.

I recognized a personal message for me in the dream, but it also feels like there’s a bigger collective meaning to this.

The oak tree growing in the dark and busting through the garage seems like the US Pluto Return, which we’re already in but it will get more and more exact over the next couple years. Pluto has the destructive force — the busted cement and window — and yet it’s a huge life force. The oak tree was much stronger and more natural than the manmade garage. Much more impressive than these little pots filled with dead plants, all caged on the dirty sidewalk. The oak tree didn’t look alive, but oak trees get their leaves later than most other trees.

I just realized that the oak tree in my dream was giving birth. That’s what it looked like — two legs coming out of the hollow bottom.

Sand Dunes, Lake and Oak

David and I had another magical Saturday getaway, this time to South Haven and Van Buren State Park, with a synchronous stop at Artes and Craft along the way. As mentioned in the Spring 2018 Update, I’m in the midst of some deep inner metamorphosis related to creativity and healing. This will have direct impact on my Metaphysics of Lyme book, as well as any fiction and poetry that pour forth; however, the details of that change remain unavailable for general public sharing. You’ll see the results when they appear.

Meanwhile, I find it amusing that I began taking Star of Bethlehem remedy, then almost immediately realized I needed to formalize my 12 years of astrology studies with an actual mentorship, and then just this past weekend, I stumbled upon a face cream I’ve tried to replace since leaving Chicago in November 2010: a frankincense and myrrh face cream only available in handmade batches in Hyde Park, Chicago. Or so I thought! After some other essentials for my various writing projects appeared, lo and behold, I found the cream!

And so, just to recap, I’ve got Star of Bethlehem, astrology, frankincense and myrrh. Oh, and an upcoming trip to Bethlehem (PA), the first week of April. By my calculations, I’m due for some gold. Just sayin’. 😉

Anyway, that gives you just a sliver of the layers of synchronicity piling up and peeling away these days. As I said in the Spring Update, if I ever do tell these tales, they will need to go in fiction, because few, if any, would believe them as fact. I can share some lovely photos from our South Haven and Van Buren State Park adventure, though. In fact, Continue reading