Here is this morning’s dream the day after the visit to the orthopaedic surgeon. The date is also noted.
The dream opens with a close up view of a professional metal ruler the divisions of which have been precisely inlaid. The ruler is rounded at one end with a hanging hole and right angle flat at the other. The markings have been both cut into the ruler and are inked in black. It is a thing of beauty and precision. It smacks of engineering. The rule is a twelve inch ruler. With the twelve being the end of the hanging hole. I can see the rest of the numbers but the dream specifically zooms in to the twelve. I know that twelve is the jewel of forbearance and corresponds to the tarot “le pendu”. In the dream I hear that I must be very careful about what I may or may not get myself into. If I do get myself into to anything I must measure accurately my way in and accurately a way out. It is by way of a warning about getting into unnecessary things. I must exercise forbearance and measure.
I am now in a shed or garage. Up on a table is an engine. It is bigger than normal car engines and I sense that it is high performance. I am looking at the engine and note a cut-away in the top through which I can get my hands and an engineering endoscope. Only I can see into the engine. I place my hand into the fibre optic endoscope illuminated interior. I can touch a thin cream-white 1cm thick woven tape which runs from one side of the compartment to the other. It is near the rocker valves. Every time I touch the tape and press it lightly against the engine manifold I hear faint music. It sound likes harps and harpsichords, early Bach. I play a little starting and stopping the music. I ask the others in the workshop if they can hear the beautiful music. They cannot. They are unaware of the subtle sound. They do not know that sound is a key marker of a good working engine. The others in the workshop have given up on the engine and it is only me who can repair it and get it purring again. In the dream I am unsure as to whether the engine refers to me or something much wider. I look down at my hands and despite the engine being oily they have remained clean. I once again press down on the tape at the phrase aeolian harp springs to mind. I sense tides and flow.
The dream returns to the precision metal ruler and a subsequent image of le pendu..
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The dream ends
Dreamyoga 