Had a dream about Heather, and woke with a feeling of worry that has persisted for last 40 minutes. Content of dream was of living in a loft apartment somewhere, with a retail space attached. had a feeling house was a communal dwelling, with others living there as well, but do not remember who they were. Heather moved in and was glad to see everyone. I recall being cautious to give her space. There was an impression that she was glad to see me, as if there were some ambient tragedy in her life. At one point, we embraced, and the sensation was utterly visceral- A literal impression of holding Heather, specifically, down to scent and other details. There was a profound sense of holding glass on the verge of breaking. Vague recollection of her in tears at some point, but do not recall WHY.
If this is a metaphor for something in my life, then I don’t see it. I hope everything is well in Heather’s world. I just dredged up memories of dreamwork that we did together around the period of the camping trip. The period around this work was once of the most magickal stretches of my life, and if a link was forged, I believe it might persist.
It’s been at least 7 years since I last saw her, and while I would definitely place her as someone on my radar, the kind of strong sense recall is not usually a feature of my dreams. I sense that something is off kilter, but have no idea how to approach this to find out. Must think on it a bit, without rationalizing myself into inaction.
Must go banish, or I’ll be fretful all day.
–Update–
Banishing was not entirely successful. Matter less present on the surface of my mind, but there is a disturbed current below the surface. The impression left by this dream is not far from the surface.