THE UNIVERSE IS TRYING TO TELL ME SOMETHING

בס"ד
23 Tevet


This is a time for me to reconcile/apologize/listen/open/accept/own/identify/persist/love.

Especially love.

I've always believed that our dreams are one of the innumerable ways that G@d tries to send us messages. Our tradition teaches us that dreams represent a commonly accessible level of prophesy. So I am moved to respond.

The night of January 6-7 I dreamt:
I was in a bedroom with a ceiling so low I had to sit. The wallpaper was old, beige & tan with sprigs of tiny pinky-red flowers on it. There were cobwebs up above my head in the corner I was sitting on one hip in. I had a feather duster, with which I gently whisked away the webs & dust. I was concerned I might be disturbing a spider's home & get bitten. Next to me on the floor was a queen sized bed covered with a messy solid bright blue comforter. Directly above that was a window covered with curtains the exact same colour of blue. I looked up & saw that a huge wave, stories high & the same colour blue again, towered up above me & came crashing down, flooding everything. I was afraid, but survived.

Dream Jan 12-13:
I had overwatered my cactus, the one my Dad bought for me at the Elk Lake Garden Centre on August 14th, 1975, the day we moved from Nanaimo to Victoria. The soil was wet - it was regular dirt as in real lif e& not cactus dirt - which holds more water than the sandy cactus variety. The branches which grow out of the base of the cactus (who I named "Major" the day we took him home. I liked the word - I'd heard it a lot from watching M*A*S*H as a kid). It was soggy because I'd accidentally overwatered it. I'd thought I was taking good care of it by giving it so much attention, but it turns out it didn't need exactly what I'd been doing for it. The bottom of the branches were too waterlogged to remain healthy & attached to the root. So they fell away in my hands. I felt so terrible. I really thought I'd been doing the right thing. But I'd innocently damaged the branches to the point where I'd lost them. This was an emergency. Luckily, as I dug down, the roots of the main trunk were kind of moist, but stable & fine. I breathed a sigh of relief. My naive clumsiness hadn't killed the whole thing & with a little re-education & new kind of care everything was going to be ok.
...& all I heard was "my full rose weeps sweet milk for you"

Dream January 20 - 21
I was wearing baggy orange pants. I had a new job. It had something to do with water, maybe on a boat, but I don't remember seeing a boat in the dream. But there was wetness. I was unsure whether I was doing well at this job & my confidence was shaken. I walked into a funky cafe-diner-restaurant & sat & ate with my nephew. It had orange walls & large mirrors & a black & white tile floor. We sat on high, chrome retro stools at a round table. They were all red vinyl on top. He was kind & encouraging to me. I felt somewhat comforted. I went to the bathroom & when I looked in the mirror, my hair had turned white. At the very bottom right of my hair there were thin horizonal/semicircular stripes, one each of black, pink & green. My eyes were huge & dark. They were still green, as they are in real life, but darker & my irises were fully dialated. So they were totally receptive.

Any comments before I record my interpretations?
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Wish me a safe trip, as I'm leaving to teach in Florida in a couple of hours...