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Tarot Dream
I had an interesting Tarot dream a couple of hours ago, just before I woke up.
Two things you need to know:
1) I have a teenage friend suspected of having fairy blood (real fairies, not pretty, powerless Victorian things with gossamer dresses and dragonfly wings) who is widely known as the Spook.
2) When I sleep, I usually sleep motionless, waking up in the same position I went to sleep in, and with no disturbance to bedclothes (this changes if I share my bed).
In the dream, I was in my old Toowoon Bay house (East coast of Australia) from years ago with Spook, but the house itself was set in my favourite area of Western Australia. Spook and I were sitting at the kitchen table, and I was casually shuffling The Tarot of the Celtic Fairies, although in the dream I kept thinking of it as the Froud Fairies, which I don't own but Spook's mother, another friend of mine, does. We were talking and I wasn't paying too much attention to what my hands were doing, but I do know that I never stopped shuffling, and I never put the deck down.
After a while, I noticed that the deck was no longer thick enough in my hands - it felt as if many cards were missing. I said something to Spook, and she looked about ineffectually, and picked up a single card from the clutter on the table, from the Neuzeit deck, presenting it back-first to me - I didn't get to see what card it was. Not only the backs' design but also the proportions of the Neuzeit are about as different to the Celtic Fairies as you can imagine - I rejected the offer.
We kept talking and I kept shuffling. The deck got thinner and thinner in my hands, until I became aware that I had only three cards in my hands, and one of those had a cloth bandage over its image. Strangely, I had no curiosity to turn them over and see what cards they were, just as I had had no curiosity to see which of the Neuzeit cards she had offered me. I kept shuffling the three, bandage and all. The dream faded out gently at this stage.
When I woke up, I was as usual lying in the same position I'd bedded down in last night, in this case curled up on my right side. The bed had not been tossed-about in. Yet I have two swollen lumps on my recently-clipped head both on the right side which was buried in the pillow, one behind the upper bit of the outer ear and one just above and forward of the ear by a few centimetres. I couldn't have moved enough to hit myself on the bedhead (which used to belong to Spook) without disturbing the bedclothes, and that part of my head was buried deeply in the pillow. The lumps feel like the result of blows, and I feel slightly disoriented even now.
I think I got hit on the head by a fairy. Twice. Dammit!
I had an interesting Tarot dream a couple of hours ago, just before I woke up.
Two things you need to know:
1) I have a teenage friend suspected of having fairy blood (real fairies, not pretty, powerless Victorian things with gossamer dresses and dragonfly wings) who is widely known as the Spook.
2) When I sleep, I usually sleep motionless, waking up in the same position I went to sleep in, and with no disturbance to bedclothes (this changes if I share my bed).
In the dream, I was in my old Toowoon Bay house (East coast of Australia) from years ago with Spook, but the house itself was set in my favourite area of Western Australia. Spook and I were sitting at the kitchen table, and I was casually shuffling The Tarot of the Celtic Fairies, although in the dream I kept thinking of it as the Froud Fairies, which I don't own but Spook's mother, another friend of mine, does. We were talking and I wasn't paying too much attention to what my hands were doing, but I do know that I never stopped shuffling, and I never put the deck down.
After a while, I noticed that the deck was no longer thick enough in my hands - it felt as if many cards were missing. I said something to Spook, and she looked about ineffectually, and picked up a single card from the clutter on the table, from the Neuzeit deck, presenting it back-first to me - I didn't get to see what card it was. Not only the backs' design but also the proportions of the Neuzeit are about as different to the Celtic Fairies as you can imagine - I rejected the offer.
We kept talking and I kept shuffling. The deck got thinner and thinner in my hands, until I became aware that I had only three cards in my hands, and one of those had a cloth bandage over its image. Strangely, I had no curiosity to turn them over and see what cards they were, just as I had had no curiosity to see which of the Neuzeit cards she had offered me. I kept shuffling the three, bandage and all. The dream faded out gently at this stage.
When I woke up, I was as usual lying in the same position I'd bedded down in last night, in this case curled up on my right side. The bed had not been tossed-about in. Yet I have two swollen lumps on my recently-clipped head both on the right side which was buried in the pillow, one behind the upper bit of the outer ear and one just above and forward of the ear by a few centimetres. I couldn't have moved enough to hit myself on the bedhead (which used to belong to Spook) without disturbing the bedclothes, and that part of my head was buried deeply in the pillow. The lumps feel like the result of blows, and I feel slightly disoriented even now.
I think I got hit on the head by a fairy. Twice. Dammit!