Dreamscape Storytime: January 3rd
Last night I dreamt I was on a beach- it was one of those dreams where I didn’t feel like my body was mine, like I was looking through someone else’s eyes in some other time or place.
I/we/they (i still don’t know how to wrap language around it) stumbled around some rocks upon an open shoreline where a number of humpback whales were beached. There were people in blue robes gathering on the shore to tend to the whales and they began to sing whale songs. Not to the whales but to the sea. The sea responded and the tide rose and the waves and the whales worked together to get them back into the sea. I can’t recall the end of this dream- I didn’t see the whales return home but I sense they did.
Anyway whales scare me. But in that very particular kind of way- I’ll try and explain. They’re huge and magnificent and the sheer size of them is something my mind can’t really compute (just like when I think about space and how it goes on for eternity?? wtf). The word scared isn’t quite right even.
It’s a kind of deep reverence and respect. Like thinking about the magnitude of whales makes me very aware of my smallness and the shortness of my life. They invite in a kind of death awareness which I can only meet slowly and reverently at this point in my life. They’re a reminder that complete other worlds- physical ones, not even dimensional ones- exist and we are literally out of our element when in those spaces.
I remember once being on a boat as a kid and going whale watching and the captain at some point told us there was a whale underneath us and I kind of rose up out of my body and felt like we were completely out of line- like we were doing something sacrilege by being these tiny humans looking for some kind of familial bonding (“IT’S FAMILY FUN DAY” my mom would huff, unironically, when things weren’t going how she imagined) so they take to the ocean for some kind of thrill? Or a feeling of superiority because they saw a mighty whale that day and all the other humans didn’t? Idk but what I do know is it made me sick and never want to go whale watching again
--I DID though decide that day that if there was a heaven, it’s turning into a dolphin--
I have nothing against people being on boats and whale watching- if you’re not being a colonizer asshole about it (colonizer of the sea) I don’t see a problem. But I do know that experience really shaped what I felt about boats and about whales.
Thank you for indulging me with that memory, I’m just doing some automatic writing over here.
Let me link it all together for you- there’s something happening in the dream space around astrological transits (and the language of astrology in general) and upon waking I thought “is Mercury conjunct Pluto??” and DANG that happens tomorrow. Now here’s the thing, I’ve never been able to follow transits before, it’s like I didn’t have enough room for it in my head. But suddenly in the last couple of months it’s just been encoded into me and I’m continuing my study in dreams too (honestly this is where much of my deep study happens I think- the things that get etched into the core of my being happen in my sleep). And yes, if you follow astro transits, I do think this is related to the Saturn/Jupiter conjunction in Aquarius. They are moving through my 9th house and and I’m just gobbling everything up like a hungry little sponge, seeping up everything through its pores.
SO. My point is, to share this dream, and to introduce the idea that dreaming is particularly potent right now. There’s an opportunity to learn new skills and hitch a ride in someone else’s consciousness to view some things you’ve never seen before. As we are learning new technologies in this new year, remember that some of them aren’t going to necessarily be physical but metaphysical.
Allow room for this and go wild with it! Let yourself imagine all of the what-ifs!
From my dreamland to yours,
Stevie Leigh