3/13/26 Angry at Deb

I am teaching something; maybe a dream group. Deb has done something that disturbs me. I tell her to leave. She won’t. I tell her to leave a few times and she still will not. Feeling: Angry

I incubated a dream with the request: What is one thing that will help me be honest and kind to Paul related to his dementia. I have continued to modify my request. My latest is: What is one thing that will help me own my power in a healthy way? (not just with Paul, but others)

I had my dream group from AZ on the 11th. Barbara is one of the new members and she was the dreamer. She wants to make comments on people’s dreams or what they have shared. She asked if she could make a comment and I said yes. (not a good idea!!) Then it “got out of control” and became more of a free for all-people making suggestions, sharing stories, etc. Very ungrounded. And this bothered me. I realized I need to remind people more than I do of how I do dream work.

After this dream, I pulled a tarot card asking what Deb represented. I pulled the knight of wands which fits Deb perfectly-high energy, adventurous, likes to travel, etc. (similar energy to Barbara) So, then I wondered if my ego is fighting that kind of energy and wants to be in control. I don’t know. I just know, to me, it didn’t feel good during and after the dream group!

The next night when I incubated a dream asking for how to be honest with Paul re his dementia, I got words that said; “Play together!” That was a good suggestion. I have been conscious about that and have been “lighter”.

Eating Birthday Sweets And Viewing The New Moon

(Thursday, March 19, 2026) new moon Aries

The dream this morning takes place in a very long galley-style kitchen, full of people (I have been dreaming of kitchens lately). It has a huge center-island. The lighting is dim, yet we can all see perfectly well. Many in this community are astronauts. The environment may even be a spaceship, although the interior looks like a house.

I have sent out invitations for a birthday party, possibly Cullan’s (in waking life, December 23). There is a huge bakery box full of cupcakes. Over the course of the dream, folks grab some of those cakes (including Cullan), even though it is not time yet for the party. Frustrated, I think I have to send out letters to the invites to let them know the menu might be more limited than I was expecting.

I start trying to write the message on two pieces of paper, but they are napkins. I’m not able to get the sharp pen to work on the soft surface. Then I find some writeable paper, although I am unsure how the message will be sent. It needs to arrive quickly. Maybe it will be a telepathic image of the letter. Maybe it will fly through the air.

The dream shifts to information that has been shared by scientists about our moon. They say today the moon’s orbit will move lower, and farther into space. I look out a window, into the night sky. The moon is smaller. Their research is correct. Transition.

Day notes:

I met with my friend Amy yesterday. She told me her oldest daughter Abbie recently had a grand mal seizure (followed by multiple minor seizures), and is refusing to meet with a neurologist. Abbie’s husband’s name is Cullen. Chris lost his legal ability to drive after his seizure in November. A letter arrived yesterday giving back his right to drive, so today he is out-and-about.

Today is the New Moon. Distance is 231,000 miles. Closest point (perigee) is 225,623 miles, farthest point (apogee) is 252,088 miles.

Synchronicity: Cornwall

(Wednesday, March 18, 2026) new moon Pisces

Yesterday, on St. Patrick’s Day, I received the book “The Witch’s Pig,” which is an old Cornish folktale (not a fairytale). I ordered it because the main dream that inspires my Eadie fairytale takes place in Cornwall. And two other dreams I added to my story include magical Black Sows. It is a lovely book, well written. The illustrations are fun. I like that the witch’s cousin Tom is a main character. He is tall and his ears often appear sharp, like my elven guide Henry. My cousin Tom sometimes shows up in my dreams.

I am surprised that a second story is brewing for me, the Black Wolf dream I had the first night I stayed in Glastonbury, England (near Cornwall, next to Devon). In that dream, I crawl into a water drain to escape the wolf. In the piggy folktale, the sow gets stuck in a water drain, after rambling along bogs and moors. I include moors in my tale, of course. And Calhoun’s Witch Betty lives in a thatched-roof cottage, just like Eadie, my Witch/Faerie Queen.

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