Dragon Jasper under the pillow last night. Scattered sleep. Fragmented dreams.
Dream #1: I’m outdoors with other people in a green field near a hillside. It’s a sporting competition. A guy on my team is up. He has to throw something toward the hillside for distance. The “something” turns out to be a clothes dryer (!!!). As in, a major appliance. He hefts it over his head, and he throws it with both hands, and it goes sailing 50 or 60 meters like a frisbee. No one in the dream is especially surprised that a human can lift and throw a clothes dryer, but we’re all impressed with how extra far this guy is able to chuck it. He’s really good at this. I joke that I probably couldn’t even match his toss with a baseball. Ha ha.
I wake up. There’s an Owl hooting away steadily in a tree right outside the windows here. It’s loud and rhythmic. It’s still going on when I drift off again.
Dream #2: I open the front door here…and there’s a large gray Wolf waiting outside for me. Not threatening or anything – just calmly waiting for me, because we apparently have some kind of business together. I start to go outside to get down to whatever that business might be….and that’s the dream.
I wake up again. It’s morning. The Owl is sleeping somewhere, but I can hear Crows in the vicinity, making a racket.
Tarot card I drew the other day to capture what Dragon Jasper will mean for me: 3 of Nature (= Wands). “A woman wears a mask which represents a spirit of nature. Another reality.” Dragon Jasper.