TheDreamstersUnion

(Saturday, Valentine’s Day, 2026)

A tall, middle-aged woman has a chore for me. I am constructing a game that has a series of parts. The first two elements I work with are shallow boxes made of steel. I have a batch of tiny colorful stones, pebbles, that are meant to fill the boxes. When the game is ready, children will search the pebbles with one hand for a small, decorated card-like piece, also made of metal.

I want the two boxes to have an identical amount of stones, so I ask a nearby young man if I can use his scale. He says yes. I am able to weigh each box to assure the pebbles are at the same depth, the same amount. It all goes well.

Next I need to work on a shelf (against a wall to my left) that has two rows and three layers. Six shallow steel boxes. Immediately, I am frustrated because these boxes are much wider than the first two, maybe twice as wide. And the woman in charge doesn’t bother to provide me with any more stones. I ask other workers if they have pebbles. Someone says yes. But what they provide are large, rectangular bits of wood, maybe cardboard. I keep trying to find a way to finish creating this children’s game, but the dream dissolves before I become aware of a solution.

Day notes:

My grandkids are here today. On Thursday we played a card game I got them for Christmas that is full of true-and-false questions. We have played it twice. I would like to find the next version (there might be a total of six at the Kiddy Wampus toy store).

Maybe the first two small boxes are just an introduction, a demonstration of the game. Maybe it is my role to create the actual game out of the larger steel boxes. Find my own creative elements.

Whenever Wyn arrives, he runs up the stairs to start “gaming.“

Last week I donated some art materials for our immigrant residents who are afraid to leave home. I gave away two large bags of beautiful, colored pieces of (unsharp) glass that look like crystals, gems.

(Thursday, February 12, 2026)

Dreaming well at night with leftover fragments. I dream I am sleeping and awaken at 1:06 pm. Immediately I realize I was supposed to attend a birthday party for my neighbor Jim at noon (12 pm). I rush out of bed to get dressed.

Another dream is about being in a large, dark forest at the edge of a northern lake. It is dark because the trees are ancient: tall and thick. I walk from the grassy shore into the woods. Much happens, but I don’t recall what occurs during the hike. My only memory is the joy of spending time in the forest.

Day notes:

Cindy’s Decoding class makes me wonder about 1:06. The sum is 7. I’m sure she would see much more than numerology about this time of day. Maybe she would focus on one-hundred-six. The house next-door is 106 Rustic Lodge, but Jim’s address is 107 (directly across the street). One definition of 7: highly mystical and spiritual, often associated with introspection, inner wisdom, and a deep connection to the divine.

106 – 12 = 94, 9 + 4 = 13, 1 + 3 = 4. One definition of 4: stability, grounding and balance. Earth, air, fire and water. North, south, east and west.

The greenery of nature (forests and prairies) are a recent theme. Mansions are a theme from many years of dreams. But dreaming about dreaming is a more recent, recurrent theme. I wonder about that. The first time I read anything about this was in anthropologist Carlos Castaneda’s 1968 book “The Teachings of Don Juan.” The cover has a raven standing on a desert, with rocky mountains at the edge. When I am done with Edgar Cayce’s biography, I might buy Castaneda’s book. I did just order his last one, “The Art of Dreaming,” from Hennepin County Library.

(Tuesday, February 10, 2026) third quarter moon Sagittarius / tarot Hermit / oracle Innocence

Another extensive, dissolved dream. I do remember cooking in my very large kitchen. It is as big as the kitchen in a restaurant, with expansive countertops along at least two of the walls, and a huge interior island. The wooden cabinet doors are fancy, carved and painted a turquoise-blue color, with sculptural hinges and knobs. Broad windows are on the top of a far countertop, filling the entire wall. The kitchen is charming yet the lighting is evening-dim. Even so, I can see perfectly well, well enough to do my work.

Others are in my busy kitchen. I am the Chief Chef, expecting to get help with a particular bread recipe, but one young cook ignores the chore. All of the young chefs are playful, having fun together, so I have to finish the dough myself. I don’t mind.

Day notes:

Dough: bread, money

A kitchen is about emotional nourishment. “Don’t let the cook spoil the broth.”

Oracle, Innocence, Lupine: “May I see through the eyes of a child. My innocent self trusts life and gives generously.”