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3/23/26 A Basketball Ritual

I am at my house (not waking life). It is a quaint cottage. A neighbor, down the same driveway is having a party/get together. He is like a cult leader. I drive my car down the drive to see if I can park it there and then see many cars parked in his yard. He is having a music gathering in his house. It feels religious. I realize there is no room for me to park my car and drive back to my house. It feels like we live out in the country.

Kathleen and Shaney come to my house. In the living room I have two small basketball hoops on either side of the room. They are like kid basketball hoops. Two younger boys are to come and shoot baskets also, though they never show up.

Shooting baskets feels like a healing ritual. This part of the dream is vague. However, there is a feeling like everything slows down and this basketball ritual is healing. I don’t remember Shaney and I shooting baskets. (it is more like putting the ball into the basket). However, Kathleen does shoot baskets.

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3/22/26 Visiting Wealthy People

I am with another woman. We go visit these wealthy people at their house. The wife has long, blond hair. We don’t see them when we go and visit, except I see the wife through glass doors, across the house sitting perfectly still, looking straight ahead. I wave at her and there is no response. The couple has two young boys, but we do not see them either.

The maid is an older woman in her 60’s. She is overweight and very kind. She drives my friend and I home. I have to climb around her in the seat to get out. It is awkward. We have visited these wealthy people more than once. My friend and I are younger.

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Working With Clay

(Wednesday, March 25, 2026) first quarter moon Cancer

I am working on two huge wall-sculptures made of clay. I need to climb a ladder to work on the one above a fireplace, inside of a small room with tall, white wooden walls. This brown clay sculpture is a maned lion’s head, actual size, visually roaring at me. The piece is nearly done. I tweak it a bit with my fingers and add some moisture to the drying clay. I climb down the ladder and move out of the room to the other, lower artwork. It is covered in cloth, probably to help slow the drying process. I remove the fabric, which is dirty with clay on the outer layer. The sculpture under the brown cloth is white. Perhaps I have tinted it with white underglaze. Clean, pure.

Day notes:

I had a wonderful visit with my parents yesterday. They were both loving and conversational. I learned a lot about what has been going on in their lives and my siblings’ lives. They say they are ready to work on selling their Cambridge house, so they are starting to give away furniture and artwork. I brought home a stone sculpture I have loved for years of a wild cat (lion?) circled by a snake. My father found it in Mexico City, I think.

I am still assuming the illustrations I need to create for my book will be partially made of clay. This dream seems to confirm that idea will succeed, but it will be hard work!

The brown and white colors stand out in this dream. Earth. Clouds.

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