Tarot dreams

nisaba

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!
 

Eowyn

You sure they were not swollen lymph nodes and a small flu?
 

nisaba

A Tarot dream, perfect while I was asleep, but imperfectly remembered now.

Note: I'm an Aussie, but in the dream I and everyone around me had South London accents, and I seemed steeped in British thinking.

A young teenage girl had disappeared from some sort of large policed group home or hostel for orphans or abandoned children (does Britain still have such places? Nowdays we in the Antipodes put them into foster homes). I was called in on the strength of my Tarot skills to try and locate her. I remember the dream started in the institution's head-person's office. I was sitting down facing her across a desk, and I said that before I started I wanted to see the girl's bedroom.

So I was escorted there. The room was remarkably neat: the bed was made, there were no dirty clothes or wet towels dropped on the floor. What teenager lives like that? <grin>. I was impressed, even in the dream. The top of the small desk was a mess, though. Amongst the belongings scattered around on the desk were two decks: one was an oracle deck of some sort, face-down, with a rich brown back with red circles on it, quite small. The other was a Tarot deck, face-up and with four cards displaced. In the dream I could see all four of the cards perfectly and knew what they were, but having woken up, all I can say with any certainty was that at least one of them was a Pentacles card.

The deck was a simple deck. I remember it was no deck I've ever owned (apparently I had the same collection I have now), but bore some slight resemblance to the Jonathan Dee deck (I remember thinking that in the dream) because of the white backgrounds, but with a cartoonier, line-oriented artistic style. I just couldn't help myself, I started reading the four cards that were aside as if they were a reading for the girl, as she was the last one to touch the deck.

I looked at one card. "This wasn't impromptu," I told the CEO who had come with me, "she's been planning this for a long time." I looked at another card. "She's headed north," I said, "probably as far as Scotland. There's not even any point in looking for her around here." I looked at another card and said "She's had outside help in planning and effecting her escape." (Was that the Pentacles card, perhaps the Six Pentacles? I'm reverse-engineering while awake here, instead of remembering the dream.) I looked at the fourth card. "The help she had came from someone who used to work with her, and still works in one of the other institutions she's been in since she was taken into care. Go back through her departmental records, they may have noted any close relationships developed between her and staff members. If you can find that staff member, they will know exactly where she is."

I very carefully picked up the deck and those four cards, inserted them into the middle of the deck as I routinely do after a reading, and shuffled briefly, ditto, before laying the deck down neatly on the desk. I still didn't see a box, bag or wrap for it, so I just left it there, naked, on the surface of the deck.

The CEO led me back to the office to do the reading I'd been called in for, but as we walked I said "There's little point. We got all the information you need from the cards in her room. She's headed north, and is long gone. If you go back through the records you'll find the person who will know where she is." As I said it, I wondered if the cards had been chosen by the girl as a coded message, or if they had just slid out of the deck. I hoped they had just slid out of the deck, because then they wouldn't have deceived me.

The dream ended right after I said that. I woke up, got up, went to the bathroom, had a glass of water, and put myself back to bed. Then I had another Tarot dream. Same society, same deal, different institution, this time somewhere that took care of troubled teenage boys. The actual structure of the buildings reminded me of the structure of the buildings in one of the two high schools I went to thirty-five or forty years ago, viewed from the teachers' carpark <grin>.

I was very carefully guided and protected from contact with any of the inmates. This time I pulled out a tartan-backed RW deck and shuffled, to try and work out how to find this missing boy. I pulled a card. It was a blank white card. I put it aside and shuffled again. The next one was a blank, white card. And the next, and the next. I was filled with embarrassment for not being able to do my job, and impotent rage at the deck for embarrassing me. I woke up with a jolt. :)

What Tarot dreams have you had recently?
 

Tanga

A Tarot dream...
Note: I'm an Aussie, but in the dream I and everyone around me had South London accents, and I seemed steeped in British thinking.

How amusing nisaba :) (she says in a South London accent)

A young teenage girl had disappeared from some sort of large policed group home or hostel for orphans or abandoned children (does Britain still have such places? Nowdays we in the Antipodes put them into foster homes).

Foster homes here too now.


My dream was early this morning and in it I was playing around with inventing Tarot Spreads.
It's the 1st Tarot dream I've ever had. The deck was Morgan-Greer (I used that yesterday for face-to-face readings). 2 spreads - I remember them but not the translation of position meanings. I woke up thinking - Wahey! Tarot spreads! :)
Lol.
 

earthshine

Nisaba, that's like the opening of a suspense novel. It's...oh my gods, I am totally stealing that story idea for NaNoWriMo this year.
 

nisaba

Nisaba, that's like the opening of a suspense novel. It's...oh my gods, I am totally stealing that story idea for NaNoWriMo this year.

<koffkoff> What if *I* want to use it? Hmm?
 

earthshine

<koffkoff> What if *I* want to use it? Hmm?
Shall we pull a card each from our respective decks?
*Western cowboy background music
*hawk in flight, tumbleweed in the wind

LOL! šŸ˜‹
 

think

When I was reading that I was thinking you should totally write a book! That's suspenseful and novel.

I wonder what the cards were. Outside assistance from someone that knows her, hmm, makes me think of the Magician or a court card. Maybe the HP for having planned it, shrugs. Interesting you guessed her having gone to Scotland and then in the second dream the deck had a tartan back.
 

nisaba

Interesting you guessed her having gone to Scotland and then in the second dream the deck had a tartan back.

Well, Scotland, because we were in South England at the time, and the deck told me without a shadow of a doubt that she'd fled as far as was physically possible while staying on the same island. So ... Northern Scotland was as far away as physically possible.

The tartan back was more about RW connections, even though it was a deck more modern in style.