In the dream, I’m part of some elite superheroic strike force. We’re in a briefing. For our upcoming mission, we’ll be teaming up with…Wonder Woman! And here she is, entering the briefing! She tells me and the guy next to me that she’s looking to line up an ongoing booty call for the duration of the mission. She gives the guy a sort of impromptu exam right there, and finds him lacking. My turn. Poking and prodding ensue. It’s Wonder Woman; I don’t mind. No magic lasso is involved at this time. She determines that while I have room for improvement, my shortcomings are of a more minor nature, and I’ll do for what she has in mind. Go, dream-me!
Suddenly, time-jump! We’re in mid-mission. We’re on a bridge in our vehicle, but a huge traffic jam has everyone at a standstill. Meanwhile, our enemies have an agent coming down the bridge on foot from behind us, and if he confirms our position to his HQ, they’ll dispatch a missile-strike. Our pursuer gets close enough that I can now tell that he’s…Alan Rickman! He hasn’t seen us, so we do this thing of hopping out of our vehicle, making haste to the side of the bridge, clambering down underneath it, and then hanging quietly from the underside, while Alan Rickman passes by above us, totally taken in by our ruse. He keeps going, on past us, and we climb back up, and make tracks in the opposite direction. I can still somehow see him, and he realizes that we’ve eluded him, and he jumps up and down in total rage. We escape.
Tarot card I’d drawn to represent Mookaite Jasper’s meaning for me: Woman of Blood (= Queen of Swords). A warrior-woman of sorts, combat, aggression. A Stone Age Wonder Woman…?!