I am a dreamer. I have known this my entire life and if anyone had to put a description to me it would most probably be ‘dreamer’. I love the world of other realms and other realities. Each night I soar through multiple realities and probabilities, knowing that I am so much more, knowing that there is so much more to this reality and to my reality. Knowing that there are realms in which I am completely unrestricted by mass, physical matter and earthly duty.
Places where I have no guilt and conscience, places where there is no logic and everything makes perfect sense. Places where my uncensored being can transform freely, intelligently and create. Places where I can fly, swim under water, communicate telepathically and work alongside angels and demons.
I realise I’m on a first date with a strange man I have never met before. He’s quite nice looking in a middle aged average sort of way. He has fine brown hair. He is a quiet sort of fellow with no charisma or passion.
We are milling around outside what could be a live concert. I’m holding a large plastic glass filled with beer shandy. I’m bored.
I look at what I’m wearing and I’m shocked to realise that I’m wearing a navy man’s fleece, ordinary denims and sensible shoes. My hair is tied in a ponytail. I am horrified to realise that I am out on a first date, trying to create a first impression dressed like a fat, frumpy, boring and middle aged woman.
I look up and experience the most incredible sight. I see the moon, large as life in the night sky. It is magnificent set against the midnight velvet sky. It is so close I feel that I could reach out and stroke it. I see the partial eclipses of Neptune and Jupiter, behind the moon. “We are so lucky to be witnessing this – seeing all four planets in eclipse at the same time” I say to my companion.
The moon has a strange texture being fluffy, like a spider’s cocoon – I find this strange as I had always imagined the moon to be glassy and smooth. This moon is warm and tactile. I’m completely enchanted with the whole scene. Then to my immense confusion and dismay I discover that the moon I have been admiring is an illusion. It has been ‘boring man’s’ finger over the camera lens the whole time. It has never been a moon but a silly finger. I feel angry, silly, disappointed and embarrassed that I have been mistaken.
Through my dismay, a warm powerful feeling fills me and I feel that it was ‘my moon’ and ‘my experience’ that it was a real experience to me, no matter what it appeared to me and me alone.
Dreamt – Wednesday, 6th August 2009
Lunar Eclipse Sun in Leo, Moon in Aquarius.