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08/28/202608/28/2026

Synchronicity: Chippy

(Friday, August 28, 2026) lunar eclipse Pisces

On Wednesday morning Snowball brought a chipmunk into the house. It was able to escape from kitty’s sharp jaws. The tiny one ran into our bathroom and hid behind the bathtub until Thursday, when we found it in the entryway, inside the radiating baseboards. I decided to make a bowl of birdseeds and was almost able to coax chippy to scamper outside the front door. But I failed. It entered the baseboards again.

Chipmunk was extremely quiet and was unseen again until this morning. Chippy jumped out of the baseboards, searching for sunflower seeds. Again I was unable to convince the little ground squirrel to head outdoors. So I crafted the screen door, allowing it to remain open three inches (too tight for Snowball). I placed the seed bowl right outside the small crack. Enticement.

Half an hour later, the chipmunk headed to our entryway door. He saw the nuts and seeds, then popped out of the house. His freedom made me full of joy, convincing me to celebrate with a bike ride. As I was heading along the Minnehaha Creek trail, a different chipmunk rushed out of the woods, almost running in front of my heavy bike tire, but fortunately deciding to safely turn back into the forest.

08/24/202608/27/2026

8/14/26 Canoeing with my Mom

I am going canoeing with my mom. I go to a sporting goods store. I see a man carrying a pink canoe. He is a customer as well. I ask him if I can buy the canoe and he says yes. I take the canoe to Shady Oak (where I grew up) and tell my mom I bought a pink canoe for us. I explain that it is a good idea because people can see us better. Somehow this will keep us safer than a basic metal canoe. She is not pleased. I then realize we do not have paddles. My dad takes me to the garage. He thinks he might have some paddles. The garage is very neat with all these tools hanging up on hooks. However, there are no paddles.

I worked this dream with my AZ dream group. Here is what I wrote: If this were my dream, I am excited about having an adventure with my mom. ( My mother, in waking life made it possible for my siblings and I to have a canoe and spend hours on the pond behind our house. She also found the land and had our uncle build the house. ) I want to share this experience with her. I am thinking she will feel safer in a pink canoe so iif we are in trouble we will be noticed. She is not pleased. When I was inn my twenties and the whole family went to therapy when my sister started to have schizophrenic episodes, I felt that I could not move/grow beyond my mother. That would be like leaving her behind. I wanted her to grow psychologically with me. My dad had good intentions, but he could not help psychologically, (no paddles) I needed to find my own paddles to get to where I am today. Maybe this dream is saying, I have progressed beyond my parents and it is good.

08/23/202608/23/2026

Two Clothing Dreams

(Sunday, August 23, 2026)

Tomorrow is Chris’ 71st birthday.

Dream 1: Fragments, really. Bonnie is in the dream. She is managing a clothing project. I don’t know where the clothing goes. I don’t see any in the dream, but I am working on finding particular clothing that match Bonnie’s definition of the wearable bits.

Dream 2: A much longer dream, a dream about constriction. I am staying with my original family (including my mother) in a huge building, probably a hotel. I need a shower, so I grab clothing out of my suitcase, including a black pair of pants and a black-and-white striped t-shirt. I notice that I am taking my last pair of underwear, so realize I need to buy more or wash what I have. The open suitcase is nearly empty.

I search through numerous hallways and find the tiniest shower I have ever seen. An older woman is next to me but she is fine with me showering first. She smiles and walks away.

I can barely fit into the shower. It is very shallow and tight. It also has glass all the way down to my waist: anyone would be able to see my naked upper body as they pass by.

In the dream-shower I mostly focus on washing my long hair. It is nearly impossible to turn, to circle around inside the structure. Hard to breathe. As I end this shower and walk out of the door, I realize I kept my t-shirt on to protect an outer view of my body (because I see many people moving around the hotel). Now one of my tasks of the day is to shop for more clothes, like dream 1.

Day notes:

Yes, I need a shower today.

Spending three days at HCMC (a gigantic building full of people, like the one in the dream) with Chris was highly stressful. I am exhausted. It seems his hearing is nearly completely gone. I have to put my mouth next to his right ear and talk to him very loudly. He adjusted his TV software, adding words, since he cannot hear the audio.

I wonder if the friendly woman in dream 2 was a visitation from Marveleen Peterson (the woman who lived here for 40 years). She was short and had been a nurse. In the end, she could not walk so our neighbor Vicky (who passed away this spring) used to come over to help Marveleen take a shower. Marvaleen died at the age of 96, the same age as Chris’ mom Katherine. She was short too.