The Essences

We are sitting around a fire, at night, a number of us.  The priestess-teacher uses my black hat to capture essences escaping from the fire to show the group.  The first essences cling to the outside of my hat, colored dewdrops in brilliant rainbow hues, sparkling in the darkness.  The second essences are tiny butterflies that take wing from inside my hat.  They fly through us, as if we were ghosts and not human and solid, and as they enter us, we light up, glowing in rainbow colors.  We feel like rainbows, full of light, color and joy.  Then they fly upward into the darkness, rising like smoke, twisting through the faint silhouettes of trees.  But essences of the rainbow butterflies remain in our hearts.  And rainbow dewdrops still sparkle on my hat, reminding us.

We sometimes need to be reminded.

Mary Stebbins Taitt
From a dream
For Keith and Robert Moss

Dreamdark Deer

Dreamdark Deer, from a dream. By Mary Stebbins Taitt.

I apologize for posting the same picture in several places, but I had to put it in the dream blog, too! 

Dreaming of the Honeymoon

Dreaming of the Honeymoon, by Mary Stebbins. Click image to view larger.

My dream of a pleasant way to spend some honeymoon hours. Sunset in the dunes together! Photoart for Monday Artday. 

The Birth of Flight II

The Birth of Flight IID, dream version, by Mary Stebbins. Click on image to view larger. 

Dream Storm Farm

Dream Storm Farm by Mary Stebbins, click on image to see larger 

Flight

Flight, by Mary Stebbins. Click on image to see larger. 

Goat Dream

I dream I am at some man's farm and he says he will let me take a picture of one of his goats, a kid. It is white, with a few gold and grey spots and longish , coarse-looking hair. I want to hold it and tell him how I used to raise goats and how the walked with us and how we used to take them to bed with us (the kids, I explain, not the adults). I say the kid on its back and rub its belly--this seems to soothe it.


Besides the absurdity of taing the goats to bed and laying them on their back and rubbing their bellies, the one thing this makes me think of is working on my goat novel (totally unrelated).

Niagara at Night

 

floods, babies, bicycles

I had a restless night last night, lots of wakefulness, and lots of drems

1)dreamed that the levy was breached and dirty brown flood waters were flowing into the area where I was very rapidly.  I had my car but decided it would be safer to clim up some steep rocky hills rather than try to drive.  Pam was there and I was waiting for her, more and more scared as the waters appproached, torn between waiting for her and hurrying to save myself.  We were bth slow climbing, but she was slower.

2)I dream Scott and I are riding bicycles through narrow curving alleys.  There is more to this dream, but I can't grasp it

3)Babies.  I am at Donna's and she has a new baby and I am holding it and it's blanket keeps falling off.  I keep trying to wrap it up, worrying it will be cold.  (I am cold, too).  The baby is cute.  It can already crawl, though it seems way too yound and small.  Chucks baby appears briefly in the dream.  When the baby messes its diapers, Donna seems to think I will change it but I don't want to.  In the end, I'm on my way home and realize I have left my own baby alone at home, maybe too log.  I am really worried.

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I am certain of nothing but the Heart's affections and the truth of the Imagination- John Keats
Mary

Graham, the "Coronet" and the Bundle of Thumbs

Graham begs to take another instrument and we finally agree, only after getting him to agree that he will practice the piano first.  We end up buying the other instrument and he must practice every night or no story.  The instrument he has chosen is the coronet.  He hasn't practiced and we've had not story, and it's late.  He goes down to get his coronet and comes into our bedroom in the dark where we are lying in bed to practice.  The coronet looks more like a recorder.  He stands in a shadow in the corner with just a tiny bit of light on him paying his "coronet" recorder.  He is doing this while clasping a bundle of thumbs.  When I see the bundle of thumbs, I am curious and disturbed.  He seems to be collecting them, and has maybe 15 of them tied with twine.  I wake up.

 

It occurs to me that one obvious interpretation is that Graham is "all thumbs."  The thumbs in the dream were not grisly and were quite matter of fact.  But I'm not sure Graham is "all thumbs," especially about music.  Curious.

It could also be about some child or other part of myself.  I am "all thumbs" when it comes to music.

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I am certain of nothing but the Heart's affections and the truth of the Imagination- John Keats
Mary

Too Little Too Late

"Lost and Late" or "Too Little Too Late"

 

Three of us are wandering around a huge underground complex of apartments built off underground passageways.  There are many levels with both stairs and ramps leading to the lower levels, and some of the areas are arranged by interests or political alignment.  We are looking for a woman "Kathy" who used to babysit for Erin and had a daughter in nursery school with Erin.  This was many years ago, and we are all older, but she seems to have not aged much.  When I talk to her on the phone to get the complex directions to her apartment, I can see a hologram of her face hovering in the air before me.  She is pretty, freckled, has red hair and sort of pursed lips like a beauty model.  She sort of glows a little.  I write down the directions, but when I am in the tunnels with my companions, I don't seem to have them and keep thinking I should call on the cell phone and get them again.  WE wander a long time and I don't call but I finally find the right passageway, a ramp leading down into the Democratic area.  We find it OK, sort of psychically, and when we get there, a man comes to talk to us and we sit at the table and he gets out a bunch of papers from his briefcase and he says, "It's so late now we won't be able to get much done."  I am wondering where Kathy is and who this man is and if he's her husband and thinking it's my fault we are late for not calling sooner.  The man is very young and business like with black hair, white skin, glasses, lean.  He looks sort of familiar.  Who he looks like is at the edge of my mind, but apparently ungraspable.  He begins to apprise us of the knowledge we need, but it is so "late" that I wake up.

I have dreamed before of underground passages with apartments, but this one is more posh than one of the others that really resonated for me.  I think there might be systems for importing light and fresh air and views to the outside world.  (?)

The too little too late thing resonates for me, as does the lost and late, both apply to this week with lost packages and delays.

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I am certain of nothing but the Heart's affections and the truth of the Imagination- John Keats
Mary

Dream Tree

Dream Tree, photo and photoart by Mary Stebbins (Click on picture to see it larger)

The MOST Animals at Home

The MOST animals need to be moved from one place to another, a whole menagerie of them.  Instead of taking them right to the next location, I take them home first.  Then I get busy and forget to take care of them.  I look in a cage and discover some baby mice that are shriveling up and dying of thirst and starvation.  There are a LOT of animals, including some strange and rare ones and I worry they may all be dying because I've forgotten to feed them.  I am very upset.  I want to take them back to the MOST where other people can help care for them, but I am so busy I don't have time.  I am at work at the MOST and Steve is there and some animals are there, but I need to go home and get all the missing ones.  He dismisses me to do that but I have so much to do I can't go.  I feel frantic, worried and guilty.  I feel like a bad person.

 

I wonder if there is something else in my life I'm neglecting and forgetting.  AK!

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I am certain of nothing but the Heart's affections and the truth of the Imagination- John Keats
Mary

The Egg

A hand holds out an egg that was partially wrapped in plastic or netting—the kind used for petticoats.  This is wrapped around the egg in a fashion reminiscent of the pictures of a stork bringing a baby.  They egg is a bright white, larger than a chicken egg, a little more pointy on the end than a chicken egg, and seemed to glow a little.  The netting is a little misty looking, but the egg is sharp and clear, as is the hand holding it.

The feeling is positive and cheerful and good, also a little exciting.

There is a sense of hope and new beginnings.

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I am certain of nothing but the Heart's affections and the truth of the Imagination- John Keats
Mary

In Dreams of Flowers

Dream Roses, photo by Mary Stebbins (click photo to see larger in this and other photos on this blog)

Merthiolate Blue

Merthiolate Blue

I want to take a photograph with Merthiolate Blue, a beautiful species of flower. The flowers are shaped like an open 5-pointed star and come in white, pink, and pale blue, but because they are an indicator for the presence of the chemical, merthiolate blue, when that chemical is added to the soil in the right dilution and proportion, the plants grow thickly and abundantly and the flower turn bright, vivid, saturated blue. The blue is between turquoise and royal blue and very brilliantly saturated. The flowers are so thick and abundant that the leaves become invisible. I think the leaves are lanceolate or spatulate. I have a series of ideas for photos using the flower, merthiolate blue, which include placing a frame picture among them and rephotographing it and placing a valued object in the center of a ring of merthiolate blues. I don’t see what the object it, except that perhaps it is roundish and brownish and shiny as if varnished. I am trying to find the flowers and purchase them and locate a supply of the chemical, merthiolate blue and determine the proper dilution. This is a dream I have that repeats with variations at least three times during the night. At certain points, I seem to be succeeding in my efforts and am happy.

When I google merthiolate, I am reminded that it is a vivid pink, not blue. (Merthiolate (hot pink)) In the dream, it was clearly, vividly blue. Here’s one that mention blue: Merthiolate Memories. Graffiti. Donna breathed a lengthy sigh. ... she noticed the arteries in her hands seemed to be an unusually vivid color of blue. But I don’t think the blue here refers to the merthiolate.

Dreamscape 3

Dreamscape 2, Photoart by Mary Stebbins. In many of my lucid dreams, the sky and the light was greenish and shadows were clearly evident.

Autumn at Loretto

Autumn at Loretto, By Mary Stebbins. This is my Mom.

Read about the nightmare of dementia.

Dreamscape 2

 
 

Dream Moth 3 with Swirls