Meditation subjects

You can also meditate on “your dreams.” This sounds superstitious; but the idea is that you have already a tendency, independent of your conscious will, to think of those things, which will consequently be easier to think of than others. That this is the explanation is evident from the nature of the preceding and subsequent classes.

 

Two Towers

Celebrating Christmas. Was student at huge esoteric/Catholic school. Beautiful little lights embedded in giant tree where they were performing Mass. Dion Fortune was there; I didn’t glimpse her, but other students had her for a teacher and saved bits of paper she’d written on and framed them — well, one student did but the others thought she was silly. There was a tower that they made incandescent with flames and then went to celebrate Mass — up on the roof, I discovered the science building aflame and a teacher went to help. The presence of my old friend Liz S was huge; I was thinking the whole time that I must emulate her.

The early part of the dream I was feeling sick — like I am today — and sleeping. There was someone living in a condo much like the one my husband and I are buying but it was much smaller, with odd angles. Before that I was at a giant rock concert in a huge crystal tower with lights and chasing my husband while two ex-boyfriends kept finding me. The light show was not as impressive as I had remembered, having been there before (in the dream).

 

Bugs in the Water

Two strawberry popsicles.

Dreamed I found a pic of my grandmother and grandf on a boat with weird bugs leaping in the water all around them. Later I found this boat and went on it.

I also dreamed my husband suddenly put a gun in my mouth and pulled the trigger, but it wasn’t loaded and it was all a joke. I was mad.

 

The Perfectly Organized Refrigerator

Dreamed I house sat for Paula. I had some kind of “sitting” business and it felt like she was indulging me. She asked me just not to leave the place a mess and I spent the whole time going above and beyond straightening up, including the refrigerator and the closet where she kept her washer/dryer.

Then my sister J came over and somehow everything was messy again. It was harder to clean this time; the bedclothes wouldn’t stay straight and there were crumbs on the floor.

In my mind at the time while I was cleaning the fridge I was remembering a movie I had seen (in the dream) where a little girl who was otherwise slow was discovered to have a gift for organization and was lining things up according to shapes and colors. She took absolute delight in this and seemed to have a photographic memory for it. What she organized looked like gems when she was done and the old man who discovered her ability was also re-inspired about his own business, which was a store or a restaurant, because he also had the same gift for reorganization. He said to always keep your refrigerator clean because you’re setting out food for yourself. Some people set out food you wouldn’t set out for a rat or for your worst enemy.

When Paula came home, she saw my sister first and was introduced. There was a little boy there with my sister, and I got the impression that he was slow, too. When he looked at you, he had strange dark eyes, no whites, just grey, but when he smiled it was a look of absolute love. It felt wonderful and you wanted him to keep smiling at you.

I woke up then; it was very cold in the bedroom. We have trouble keeping the heat in the house consistent. It’s always either too cold or too hot. My feet are freezing.