To the Moon

I dreamed I was walking down the main shopping area in my childhood neighborhood. Near the bodega there was a distraught young man, perhaps Russian or Eastern European but resembling the actor Liam Neeson, who was talking gibberish and holding his head. He seemed to intimate threats of violence, or perhaps self-harm. Overall, his vibe was bad, and he was behaving erratically and following me for some blocks. In my younger, angrier days, this might have elicited an aggressive response from me, but now I just began to talk and listen to him, and he became less aggravated.

An adept whom I was working with, a young woman in black with a black, round hat, began a systematic treatment of the man. We both instructed him past the Gate of the Moon. The Gate of Mercury was, curiously, absent altogether, and the adept instructed him at the Gate of Venus. It was my turn to instruct him at the Gate of Mars, and this necessitated me teaching him to box, and indeed striking him. I feared for his mental stability, but, although he was staggered and fragile, he seemed to progress.

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I dreamed my mother-in-law asked me to make a Moon talisman. We were working on some craft project for my wife's school, in fact were gluing what looked like cutout paper milk bottles onto a background. With a black pen I explained how to draw the sigil of the Moon on the bottle and other aspects of the process, but was wary not to invest too much in the operation myself.