Positive Paper Pieces

(Tuesday, September 22, 2026) equinox

Yesterday was a horrible day in waking life but I had a good dream. It takes place in the biggest grocery store with the highest ceiling I have ever seen. As I move from shelf to shelf to find different veggies and food, wide, thin pieces of handwritten paper show up. They are the shape of a snake or a ribbon. The writing may have been poems or positive statements/information. The grocery store workers-bees are the writers. I can see them in the dream, the workers are not a mystery. They are highly skilled, inspiring.

Day notes:

Yesterday Cullan had made an adjustment to the garage door opener. I was unable to use the clicker we have had for years, and mentioned my frustration to Chris. He blew up. He said it is my fault he lost his driver’s license after his November seizure, which is completely false (HCMC gave us the legal paperwork in the ICU). Chris said he had wanted to leave me years ago because he hates my son. He wants to leave this house now and get a divorce. When Cullan got home from work, he did a quick fix and the clicker works fine.

After exploding, Chris walked down the basement stairs to drive his truck out of the garage. But he came back up the stairs right away and I have never heard his breathing as loud and rapid as it was. Failing to breathe.

I am still not speaking to Chris today.

9/21/26 Getting Somewhere With a Reading

Women come to me for “readings”. This happens a couple of times where there is a group of women lined up at my door. There are about 5-6 women.

The second time, I start to do a reading for a young woman. The reading consists of me asking a lot of questions (like dream work). I sit in a room with the young woman. There is someone else there who seems “grounded”. It could be Paul or some helper.

I ask the woman if she is married or in a relationship. She says, “I let people down.” I feel like I am “getting somewhere” with the reading now. Then another young woman comes in the room and sits down. She is ungrounded and makes flippant comments. I ask her not to talk. Somehow I find out the husband of the woman whom I am doing a reading with just died.

9/19/26 A Level Place to Sleep

I am at a concert with my sister Molly and I think my sister Sheila. It is dark and the space feels old. Sheila is seated on my right and Molly on my left. Molly gets up and goes somewhere. I see a yellow lab come and get a large, silver fish out of the garbage. (it looks like it was just caught). The lab brings the fish, goes under and between Molly and my seats and eats it. Its owner then comes and gets him. Molly comes back and sees that it is very wet under and between our seats. I get a rag and wipe it up. (just water, no guts, skin, etc!)

A man comes and shows us to our rooms. It feels/looks like the Renaissance time. The rooms are made out of old, dark wood and are somewhat primitive. He first shows Molly and then Sheila their rooms. I notice that both of their rooms have uneven floors. The floor is where we sleep. The man shows me my room. It has a flat floor. He asks me if this is ok. I say yes. I feel happy about this.

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