Winter

This is supposed to be a week of warm weather—upper 70s and perhaps reaching the 80s. That is warm for the PNW. Seasonal temperatures. But last night, after a shorts-and-sweater-day, the wind came up. I had my bedroom window open, because my condo gets so hot, and I kept waking. Finally, I woke enough to shut the window. My cat curled right next to my side all night; he never does that. I put on a sweater and went back to sleep.

So now I'm here with a hot cup of coffee, thinking about my life. I had to move out of my house when my husband quit speaking to me. That was two years ago. I decided today, that if I'd stayed in my house, I wouldn't have had such strong feelings of losing an entire life. Our belongings are part of what tells us we have history. We can look at things and say, I bought that back when gas was cheap. Or, like yesterday, I washed my down sleeping bag (could have used it last night) that I bought in 1970 after I got married for the first time. Jack and I bought all the latest and expensive hiking equipment. It was our plan to live off the land, to forage for berries and roots and to fish. We lost a lot of weight and ended up eating big meals on the weekends when we worked at the resort at Priest Lake. The survival manual I was reading at the time said a person would starve to death on just fish. One must eat fat. Well, we hardly even caught any fish. It was an exercise that had people talking—and laughing behind our backs. But we were into living off the land and were for years, growing our own food, raising chickens for eggs, goats for milk. I'd actually like to do that again. A little plot of land to keep me, would be lovely.

So I haven't been dreaming much lately. That's why I haven't been posting. I guess I could post anyway, things about the dream life. I've been writing down my dreams since the 70s. It was the thing to do for awhile. And interestingly enough, dreams make an impact on the waking life. Many things in the outer life can be changed through the dream. Take for instance, if you are pursued frequently in your dream, stop and turn around. The pursuit probably won't attack you, you can have a sword ready, but may be trying to get your attention. This can heal something in your life.

My dreams have been mumbly things lately. Almost like machines chinking away, cogs dropping from one slot to the next, clock ticking through it's seconds, on and on. If I wake in the night I try to catch a snippet, lately nothing comes to me. They say just the act of writing down a dream or setting an intention as one begins to fall asleep will help with dream recall. I just seem to have periods of time when I don't recall. I'll work harder on experimenting with this.

The electromagnetic lines that wrap the earth, called ley lines, are supposed to affect the sleep patterns too. If they cross where you sleep, you could get sick. Just move your bed--simple solution. A good diviner can help you find the lines. I'm a good diviner. Call me, okay?

The best way to improve dream recall is to keep a journal and affirm your dream life. Learn from it, read dream books, take the time to explore the subconscious.