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(Friday, September 26, 2026) full moon Pisces

The dream begins in my home, with my spouse. Maybe Chris, but it is not clear exactly who he is. I am up a little late in the morning, getting ready to arrive at a scheduled event. Like my “olden days” before work, I prepare a quick breakfast, which is supposed to be a bowl of oatmeal, but is actually a bowl of fruit juice. I pour the juice back into a pitcher and make my cereal. The kitchen reminds me of my childhood home, as my partner stands on the left side of the countertop and I stand on the right.

I head outdoors, meeting with hundreds, maybe thousands of people. I watch the community join in lines together, spinning in separate circles along a straight walking path. I know there is a group I am meant to be a part of, although it takes me a while to find them. Eventually I see Louis behind a section of participants. I head over. I feel I am not precisely up to speed with the intentions behind all of these folks. Boss Louis seems to silently agree. But I do the exercising circle walk anyway. I know I will learn what I need to learn. Practice, practice, practice.

Day notes:

I feel it is really important to record this dream because it reminds me of recurring dreams I had in 2008 that included Louis and coworkers during the Bush economic crash. Those dreams were full of grief. This one is not. But there is a lot of work to do together. The stock market keeps going down, down, down right now during the war with Iran. Maybe this dream is about voting together in November to switch the tide.

Chris’ Chicago parents were “on the left” and my racist parents were “on the right,” politically. From my first memories as a child, though, I was always on the left. In this dream, the edge of the “counter” is on my left.

During my first years at Ergotron, Louis was a Republican (anti-abortion Catholic). Every morning he read a blog that has since switched from the right to the middle and sometimes the left. Louis is strongly against the felon.

People moving in circles in this dream remind me of recent dreams I have had about medicine wheels and the tarot Wheel of Fortune. Powwow dancing is in a circle (viewed in Mendota a few weeks ago).

(Thursday, September 24, 2026) waxing gibbous moon Pisces

I was sleeping on our blue velvet couch because Chris was snoring earlier in the evening. Around 4 this morning I have a highly lucid dream, maybe the most I have ever had. I “dream” of lying on the living room couch, on my back. It is my waking Rustic Lodge house, but with a completely different sensation, a different dimension. Lights are flashing to my right, near the kitchen. White Snowball is moving around above me on the couch, but he feels like a spirit, not a mammal. Nor I do not feel exactly human.

Day notes:

I am using my transcranial Direct Current Stimulation device at the moment. Dr. Lundstrom upped my voltage from 40 to 80. I can see light shimmering at the top of my right eye. In the dream the flashing lights were on my right side.

(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.

September 23: I have a positive experience with my speech therapist. After reviewing the ten weeks we have spent working together, she says I am doing so well I do not need speech therapy. I feel like the paperwork in the dream are precognitive.