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(Monday, February 23, 2026) first quarter moon Taurus

I am inside of Chris’ and my stunningly beautiful home, which gives me tremendous gratitude. Overwhelming pleasure. I have created all of the decor. There are dozens and dozens of pieces of furniture, artwork and window treatments. Each bit is simple, yet inspiringly unique.

I am figuring out which seat I want to add to my computer desk, perhaps a Parsons-style black steel chair, or a handmade cane chair. I try them both and choose the steel version. Chris wants to add a chair to my little office spot but I tell him he can connect to the internet at any place in the house. He uses wifi to listen to his music.

I pull the brown cane seat around to different areas and angles, reaching a tidy little corner location that pleases me. I back the chair up to the wall, then head outside.

Our property is large and rural. It is a sunny, blue-sky day. Walking with my black dog, I enjoy the fetching, substantial bushes and flowers I have grown over the years, especially two giant, round bushes next to a garden shed.

Then I walk down a gentle hill, perhaps on the way to a lake. Shocked, I see several empty beer cans laying on the grass. I walk back up the yard and find more. Obviously two drunk men have been hanging out on our land. I am very upset. Are they inside the house? Is there danger? I rush, leaving my dog behind, driving off to get help.

Day notes:

Yesterday we found out our brother-in-law Bob was snowmobiling on Lake Mille Lacs with a friend who has a cabin there. Bob tipped over. He has a collapsed lung, four broken ribs and a slight brain bleed. He was air-lifted from Onamia Hospital to North Memorial. He may come home today or tomorrow. I do wonder if the two were drinking, because Bob is an alcoholic. I am grateful for all of the years he helped me work on both of our houses.

The two fifties-era cane chairs in my house are from my parents’ old Mille Lacs log cabin.

The dream house is similar to my waking-life Queen Anne bungalow, full of room and light. But the house in the dream has much more decor.

I got a phone call from my mother about Bob’s injuries when I was at Urgent Care. Sunday morning at about 4 a.m., I had the same intestinal trauma I had a month ago. Does not seem to be the flu (even though a fever-drench wakes me up) because it only lasts two or three hours. The second time I needed to get to the bathroom, I could not walk. I felt so dizzy and weak that I fainted and fell on the floor, knocking my head. They could not find anything wrong at Urgent Care but pulled up data from 2014 showing the same thing happened at my job. I am supposed to make an appointment with my GP.

(Friday, February 20, 2026)

Yesterday Cullan and I had a short conversation about comedian George Carlin. He died in 2008, so I haven’t thought about him in a long time. This afternoon I looked at my YouTube subscriptions. A video called “George Carlin Speaks” popped up, even though I had not asked for anything about him. A woman who says she reads the Akashic Records “interviews” George.

(Friday, February 20, 2026) waxing crescent moon Aries

This is another long dream that has dissolved, except for the ending: I am exploring a large, multi-story workspace. I feel highly confident, but interact with an employed young woman who seems emotionally overwhelmed. I walk alongside her, on her right, on my left. We enter an office with an extended ceiling, maybe twenty feet tall, like those in the updated warehouse buildings at the North Loop. The floor is wood. The lighting is dim.

She walks to the back of the office and sits down at a computer desk. I follow, then stand behind her, on her right, on my left. She is pulling up multiple brain images, maybe MRIs or PET scans. She points out one in particular and says, “this brain shape is about high intelligence.”

I confirm, “That is exactly the shape of my brain.” Yet I wonder how high intelligence can be reality when I have a diagnosis of svPPA (Semantic Variant Primary Progressive Aphasia).

Her job seems to be about neurological labs and studies. The hard, hard work gives her tremendous pressure. I allow her to continue her research. I find a simple way to brighten the light in the room by cutting an edge off a piece of art paper. Then I leave.

Day notes:

I finally called Mayo Neurology yesterday and talked to my doctor’s nurse. I am pushing to get my Transcranial Direct Current Stimulation appointment. She will give me a call back, hopefully soon. The doctors that teach the tDCS are part of the Alzheimer’s lab. Getting an MRI will be part of the research at the Northwestern University PPA study in Chicago, which I will join this spring.

My dream guide is always behind my left shoulder.

I had another dream-within-a-dream fragment last night. I am viewing myself sleeping, lying on my back.