Crystal Tarot

Last night I dreamt I'd found a beautiful Tarot deck that I'd forgotten I had.  It was luminescent and kept in a clear crystal box.  It sang in a soft, ethereal hum when I held it.

Dick Nourse, kidnapping & Leukemia

Last night I dreamt a former local television news anchorman and several other members of the local media were in my kitchen, all of them upset and worried.  There had been a carjacking earlier in the day - a silver Porsche - and the anchorman's son was kidnapped.  As everybody was talking, the front door opened and the son came into the house.  He was filling everybody in on the details of what had happened when there was a knock on the front door.  When I opened the door, a lady came in carrying an armful of Leukemia Foundation t-shirts for everybody.

Rainy Roads and Nico Vega

Last night I dreamt we were driving through a wet and rainy countryside.  My husband was doing the driving, the kids in the backseat.  It was getting dark and we were anxious to return to our hotel for the night.  As we were driving, the rains came heavier and the ground became saturated with water, causing the road to disappear in places.  Sometimes, a gust of wind would cause the water to move and allow us to see the road beneath it, so my husband continued to drive through.  I had a feeling we were lost, but my husband was insistent on reaching the other side of this swamp.  Suddenly, the minivan was no longer on the road, but rather in a large sink hole full of water.  And it was sinking.  My husband yelled for everybody to get out.  We stood together on a higher place in the road and watched as the van sunk beneath the water.  As I stood watching, I noticed a sign with the name of a lake on it along with the depth of "218 ft".  I knew the van and everything in it was lost.

Next we were at a country inn/house.  We told the manager what had happened and he showed us to our rooms.

As I walked down the hallway, I heard Nico Vega playing in the garage.  I went in to check it out.  The garage was a large rehearsal space with scarves and tapestries on the ceiling and walls and large pillows in bright jeweled colors on the floors for people to sit on.  I saw Rich playing an amazing instrument - like a cross between a zither, a sitar and a dulcimer.  I can't remember what he called it, but it was the most incredible stringed instrument I had ever seen or heard.  I started singing along with them.  It wasn't an actual song, just a jam.  But it was an amazing jam.  A soul healing, spirit filling jam.  Then I heard children's noises on the other side of the door and went to see what the kids were up to.  Aja followed me through the door.

In the other room, no longer the country inn but my house only larger, my youngest daughter had painted part of one wall sky blue.  The paint was still out and she and some other kids were running around the divider wall.  As I was trying to get them to calm down and clean up the paint mess they'd left behind, Aja was trying to ask me if I'd be interested in a Nico Vega music grant to further my singing.

The Flood

Last night I dreamt of a large flood.  It was raining and the whole world around me was flooded deep in dark water.  I was in a car that was half-submerged but still floating as I watched cars all around me sinking under the deep, dark waters.  The rains stopped and someone swam up to me.  It was me, too.  I swam up to myself in the car, grasped hold of the window ledge, smiled and said, "Well, it looks like we've survived this one."  The me in the car brought out a bottle of Jägermeister and poured the last two shots, handing one to the me outside the car, and we toasted to our survival. 

Victorian Mansion

Last night I dreamt we were in a reception hall.  I was talking with a photographer about family photos, trying to clue her in on everybody's personality.  She gave me a handwritten note-card with her discount rates on it because it was my birthday.  There was another really large group there, getting ready to leave.  Every couple minutes they would stop and pray loudly.  They must have prayed this way at least a half-dozen times.  They were those really loud "look at how religious and righteous I am as I pray" prayers.  As they finally prayed their way out the door, I noticed two of the women in the group were dressed in black lace Victorian dresses with large, beautiful hats - one hat had a large black raven on the crown, the other had a large deep red rose tangled up in black netting.

Then we were in a car driving down a snowy road.  My husband was behind the wheel and wasn't seeing the ice on the road, but it was very clear and obvious to me.  I was really nervous about him driving.  Everything was in very sharp focus for me.

Suddenly the dream was in high definition black-and-white.  We were in the courtyard of this big, beautiful Victorian mansion.  There were huge, ancient trees draped with Spanish moss, manicured landscapes, fountains, etc.  I could feel the air buzzing with energy.  Sometimes I could see people, sometimes I couldn't, and I wasn't sure who was physical and who was spirit.  As I walked up the drive toward the front door, I saw something scratched onto the pavers.  I used my foot to clear away the snow and fallen leaves and saw that someone had scratched "WWII" there.  I could here the trees and night air whispering as I watched it turn to "WWIII".

Next, I was in the parlor of this mansion.  Across the parlor from where I stood, I saw a large ornate black mirror on the wall.  I walked toward it, looking into it.  I didn't look away, but I felt the room full of people - ghosts and angels.  As I looked in the mirror, I saw death and destruction and annihilation.  I screamed and screamed and screamed and fainted.  As I passed out, I was caught by
ghosts and angels.

The Sisterhood

Last night I dreamt I was at a neighborhood park with my family.  It was a beautiful day and the park was full of families playing and celebrating.  My family was off throwing a frisbee or something.  I was sitting alone on the floor of a pavilion with my back against the wall and my legs stretched out in front of me, just enjoying the breeze and the day and watching all the people.  I looked up and saw a group of beautiful ladies walking on the other side of the street.  I think there were seven.  Their gate was so smooth and steady it seemed they were floating.  They were dressed in long, flowing dresses with long, flowing sleeves and wearing tall pointed hats with long veils that flowed from and around them.  Each dress was the same but in a different color - dark purple, deep red, forest green, rose, soft blue, indigo, heather.  They were so beautiful.  Suddenly, I heard a humming.  Soft.  Pure.  I closed my eyes and breathed in the moment.  When I opened my eyes, they were standing in front of me and singing to me.  The song was beautiful, ethereal, pure, and I was filled with a sense of complete calm and absolute love.  When they were gone, they left me with a calendar (I don't remember a month or year) and an invitation to join them.  Across the top of the calendar was written, very ornately, a name - I think it was "North Ridge Coven" or "North Ridge Society" or something similar.  When I looked up from the calendar, they were disappearing down the street with the same smooth, floating, serenity by which they appeared.  I looked around and was surprised to know that nobody else in the park saw them or heard them or even seemed to know they were there.

Canyon crevices, gangrene and the music

Last night I dreamt that my husband and I were running along the top of a canyon, in a hurry to get to a festival where we were to meet some important industry people.  We reached the place where we needed to descend into the canyon.  There were two routes: one with large, craggy boulders and deep, wide crevices, the other a steep, dry run-off river bed layered with rocks.  My husband took the first route, leaping from boulder to boulder.  I knew if I followed him that I would miss my footing and end up falling into one of the abysmal crevices, so I ran down the steep, rocky river bed.  We both reached the bottom of the canyon together, held hands, and ran to the festival where we were surrounded by people wanting to talk to us.

My feet hurt, so I removed my shoes.  The second toe - the "pointer" toe - on my right foot was red and swollen.  It continued to swell and turn a bruised purple and black.  I knew it was broken.  I looked in my shoe and saw that it was full of soil.  I said, "I could plant something in that."  Then I noticed the soil was filled with clear crystal quartz points.  When I looked again at my toe, it was twice the size of my big toe, green and gangrenous.

My husband held my hand and we hurried together into the festival.  Some people came up to me and told me - very emphatically - that they had received a package for me that was very important.  It was from my old high school boyfriend from sophomore year.  It was a CD with a bright orange and yellow label on both sides that read, "How to Maintain a Healthy Weight."  I wanted to cry at how fat I've become.

Then I was surrounded by industry professionals all talking about promoting my band and me as a singer.  They were all very excited by the possibilities ahead.

I sat at a table and looked around at the canyon walls surrounding me when I felt someone take hold of my hair.  Then I felt the pressure of the firm hand and scissors against my neck. Before I knew what had happened, my hair had been cut at the nape by a "ninja barber" in a cowboy hat.  He announced, with all the emotion of a physician dictating into a voice recorder, "seventeen inches, gone."  Then he walked away leaving my hair simultaneously on the ground behind me, in my lap and in my hand.  I was dazed, shocked and unbelieving at what had just happened.

When I awoke, a klezmer cover of Bruce Springsteen's "Born to Run" and the refrain of "My baby loves me, yes, yes, she does" from Neil Diamond's "Cherry Cherry" were playing in my head.