Last night, in my dreams, I rode a polar bear across a white and frozen landscape; resplendent in a richly hand embroidered and beaded, colourful, full length overcoat and long flowing white hair.
Today should be a day of domestic goddessing. Maybe. Maybe not.
The insurance company has just sent along an additional increase in insurance costs, the explanation being, “the government made us do this”. Smoke and mirrors. Regulations did not mandate that higher premiums must be charged for a value-reduced product. We have less insurance, we should be paying lower premiums. Gone are the days of childhood, when Mom took care of all this &%^$*. Thanks again Mom!!
Cloudy with rain today. Eighteen years ago, on February the eighteenth, Attila and I moved into our first house in the big city, where we lived just before we moved to this country house. We liked that little house, we were married in that little house. The weather on the day we moved into that little house was warm and springlike; very similar to the weather we are experiencing right now. Winter came back that year, as it will this year. Spring will prevail.
Pressure: 101.8 kPa
Visibility: 16 km
Humidity: 72 %
Wind: SSE 18 km/h
Wind Chill: -11
“There are no passengers on Spaceship Earth. We are all crew.”
Wow, that sounds like a powerful and affecting dream. What do you make of it?
I seldom remember my dreams.
I think there must be some reason that my unconscious force has decided that I should have conscious knowledge of this dream.
It is a journeying dream.
Alone with the forces of nature: cold, endless, colourless terrain, flowing age, the strength and vigor of the wild bear.
Colour carefully and beautifully woven into warmth by human hands, a striking visual contrast in a white world, humanity as it could be.
clothes: your outer persona; the roles you play in life
riding an animal: alignment with nature; mastery; conquest
A few interesting notes from one of my dream books.