Dream 20030918, 6:25 AM:
There was quite a bit more to this dream, but my focus on remembering the Tarot portion at the end made me lose track of the front part, so it became kind of fuzzy.
I am living in a space that seems like an apartment; it has a glass door on one end leading onto a small balcony or porch, and there is a hallway through the front door that has other similar doors along it. I remember a tank with baby turtles, which seemed to be brightly marked with yellow on their shells, and also a tank with fish. At one point the tank doesn’t seem well-lit enough, and I am concerned for the fishes’ health.
There is a man who lives down the hall in 415 or 425 (it seems like it shifts during the dream) – I figure out eventually that he is not real, because I try to go into his room once when he has walked into it and closed the door, and not only is he not in there, there is no furniture or anything, just an empty room. I have quite a number of interactions with him, trying to figure out who he is and where he disappears to.
I don’t remember what clues me in, but I realize at some point that I’m dreaming. I remember several lucid bits, including flying along outside around the corner of the building.
I decide that what I want to do, is a Tarot reading. I have a dream companion with me, but I don’t remember who. I go to a cabinet and pick up a set of cards; they seem to be individually wrapped in foil, like how baseball cards are when purchased. I flip through them, see the Phoenix Bird and several other bright-colored cards, and realize that these are not my deck; they belong to the imaginary man. I look at the cabinet they were beneath, and it has 415 painted on it, which seems to make sense to me, indicating that they’re his.
I get my own set of cards, and sit down to spread them out for the reading. I tell my dream companion to get a pad and paper to help me record the reading; I have several small blank pads of paper and a couple of pens. I deal the cards out, but once I look at them on the table, all they are is heart- and circle-shaped pieces of paper. These are still not the right cards. I pick up a more traditional looking deck, with the backs a dark color that seems sometimes emerald green, sometimes violet, sometimes red. I sort through them, and then see Deborah sitting across from me, holding a stack of the same cards. She has part of my deck, and I demand them from her, and she gives them to me, but makes some disparaging remark about me not feeling up to reading the cards. I shuffle the cards, and one of them has a raised piece on it that looks like a skillet in profile – like a miniature actually attached to the card. I can see it when I hold the deck up sideways – I say, “I guess I’ll know it, if I draw the frying pan!”
I shuffle again; Deborah seems to have vanished or faded out of attention. I am very focused on the cards. I start to lay them out in a Celtic Cross spread. I lay out the first card – the labels are in strong clear type at the bottom of each card, and each has a very busy picture. The first one is The Dry Experience – the picture shows a double bunk bed in a wooden-walled cottage room, and on the top bunk is a woman sitting in a rocking chair knitting. She is in old-fashioned clothes, sort of a Whistler’s Mother type. The card that I lay down crossing the first one is labled Happenstance Chappenstance, or it may have been Clappenstance – there is a figure lying in a bed, with a bunch of pairs of hands sticking out from various parts of the image, and one pair of feet; the hands and feet are all posed as if about to clap. The third card, the first position of the Wheel of Time, is the Five of Egg Salads – there is a wooden dining table, and atop the table (where the plates should be) are five imaginary men with cheese graters and hollow round cheeses. One stands at each of the four place setttings, and one is preparing to disappear down the hole in the center of the table. These descriptions are very clear in my mind as I’m reading the cards, but there’s no indication of their divinatory meanings. I draw another card and look at it before laying it down – it looks like a more traditional playing card, a Five of Hearts. I wake up.