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(Saturday, September 12) new moon Libra

It is the dark cosmos on earth, a description of the lighting that often occurs in my dreams. It feels like daytime, but there is no sun, no moon, no stars that are visible to me.

I am outdoors with a large, generous community. Part of the long dream is interacting with children. I have forgotten that dream element as well as another part I recalled when I woke up. At this point I do remember standing in a circle with people. A medicine wheel? We are holding a brown, maybe thick cardboard circle in our hands and spinning together. The brown circle not only spins, but it twists a little up and down. It is a flexible surface. I mention my published book to everyone, which surprises me when I wake up. It is a thick and somewhat famous book. Not anything I would ever expect in my waking life.

Day notes:

I am thinking about going to the Mendota powwow this weekend. There are two medicine wheels nearby that I would often visit when I worked in Eagan.

Susan’s dream group is Monday. I am considering bowing out soon, as my memory is in decline. Her dreamers are much sharper than I am these days.

(Wednesday, September 9, 2026) new moon Leo

This morning, driving to speech therapy at North Memorial, I saw a tiny white puppy in the front yard of a house on Lyndale Avenue. With no leash. The little one dashed across the street and seemed to me completely lost. I sent prayers for him/her to stay safe and find its way home.

Then, during therapy, an image was shown to me on an iPad. A white puppy! The dream I posted yesterday had a scene with three dogs.

(Tuesday, September 8, 2026) waning crescent moon Leo

My mood is cheerful and extroverted. I own a very long one-story house full of visitors, friends. Green, grassy nature is outdoors. People make appointments to meet with me. At around 10 am someone is coming with a distinctive name I remember in the dream but am not sure of now. Perhaps Guillermo (a former coworker I still message with on LinkedIn).

I stand close by the front door, waiting for my attendee. I can see the room they will use for the appointment. Surprisingly, my old boss Louis enters at 10 am. He is very tall (6 foot 3 inches in waking life) and wearing casual management clothing. One of his daughters is with him. He is stern, not his usual emotional presence, so I leave him wander on his own. The other visiter doesn’t appear for me, but perhaps because Louis has arrived at the critical moment, I miss Guillermo’s entrance.

There is an outdoor scene in the dream, maybe a noon-time walk, which I always did when I worked in Eagan with Louis and Guillermo. I hike on a lovely path where three dogs greet me. They are different breeds. One has curly black fur. They all jump up and kiss me on my cheek.

When I arrive back in my longhouse, I talk about sculptures. On an outer front wall are three large cartoon-style metal spheres with big smiles. At this point in the dream Bonnie’s daughter Kelsi is visiting. She is not interested in the childlike cartoons. She wants to see the more artistic, deeply creative sculptures, of which there are dozens inside the roofless interior courtyard. We stand together and prepare to walk together to the gallery.

I think there is a small moment when words pop up within the dark interior of my brain. Many more elements of the dream occur. But this is all I recall.

Day notes:

Two former coworkers just found new jobs, and my guess is they are in their late fifties. Both are healthcare-related employments. Good for them!

My “sculpture project” right now is painting and fixing wood and drywall downstairs. A very hard project as nothing in the room has been touched in decades. The work is stressful but it will create a pleasant art studio for me in a few months. I’ll have to hire someone to do the ceilings. Carpet One in Bloomington will cover the asbestos tiles with new, safer tiles.