Meanwhile, this is me, dreaming less frequently in the last 10 days than I have in years, and when I do, it takes place in – you guessed it – a market!
This time, the market is huge, and I have more than enough money with me to buy exactly what I need. It seems I need a ceramic cauldron on wheels, some jasmine, and a drum in the shape of a woman leaning over in a graceful arch.
The cauldron probably represents the coming Summer Solstice: time and place of transformation, when the Holly King will beat out his brother the Oak King to preside over the waning year, and when our creative fecundity reaches its height.
The drum I must look into a bit more – it’s possible that I could use one in my Shamanic journeying. But I’ll be making it myself, not purchasing it.The feeling of plenty of money in my dream didn’t mean cash of course, but a plentiful supply of those qualities necessary for thriving in this incarnation.
This is me, being in the joyful state I so often seem to default to.
Brandishing a sword, apparently.
Update: in other fascinating news, another Shaman has been found, apparently buried with her stash.
This one’s not me, I assure you.