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(Friday, June 5, 2026) waxing gibbous moon Aquarius

This is a long dream taking place outdoors and indoors. I am working, but I don’t remember what my tasks are in this dream. At the end, I have a marketing-designed box (my old job!) that I am carrying in my arms. The main cardboard color is red. The images of people are Rosin Movement participants (a class I took a few times at Lake Hiawatha). A woman who had a writing contract at my former job shows up, and she has a Rosin box too. In waking life she used to take yoga just down the street from my house, at Up Yoga. In this dream, she tells me she has been taking the Rosin class for a long time, although she has not showed up in any of the classes I attended in my dream memory. I am surprised, pleased, we have shared the same experience.

Day notes:

Rosin: a resin derived from pine trees or other conifers. Dancers use rosin powder on ballet slippers.

Red, read (former coworker is a writer)

Yesterday I started drawing the faces I need for the clay illustration project for my book. I finished the first one, my aunt Mary, and I got a call that my father had fallen again. I drove up to the Cambridge Hospital ER, and then to Mercy Hospital ER. He is waiting today to have surgery because he broke his left femur next to a hip he had replaced years ago. When I was driving to Mercy, his ambulance pulled in front of me on highway 65, and I followed them the entire way to the second hospital. Shared movement.

At the end of the day yesterday, my sister Jamie repeated the conversation to me that she had with our father a while ago. He had said our mother was a good mother and Jamie gave him plenty of reasons that they were both very bad parents. Truthful, but those reminders make me exhausted today.

Box: containment, boxing: fighting

(Wednesday, June 3, 2026)

Bonnie has a recent post of a dream where I fly through the air (with her friend Renee’s mother). One of my favorite times in downtown Chicago was an evening shopping with Cullan. We went to a Harry Potter store and bought Wyn a magic wand. This picture is of me that same night “flying” with either angel wings or faerie wings.

(Wednesday, June 3, 2026) waning gibbous moon Capricorn

This dream begins outdoors. The sky is the dark cosmos color that often occurs in my dreams. Starless. Nature is open, with trees but no forests, full of brilliant green grass and long dirt trails. I will be hiking for many, many miles, along with hundreds of others. We are participants in a test that includes every English word in the dictionary. Tens of thousands of words. There are huge stone or cement walls, at least twelve feet tall, that have tiny holes, dots, each dot associated with a word. The test seems to be telepathic. We focus on a dot and a word is supposed to crop up. We can write a word next to each dot. A female, human friend or guide is with me, to make sure I do not get lost.

I walk from wall to wall with my friend. I see lots of the other participants who are young and sharp. The test is quick and easy for them. I am having a decent amount of success, but after I write down a particular word I realize it is incorrect. I stand next to the dot and close my eyes, attempting for the actual word to materialize in my mind. My guide stands next to me and gives me a few verbal hints. Nothing works. So we move on.

We enter a large building that contains walls of invisible words, dots. The energy of the dream shifts a bit because of this new, interior environment. My guide and I are having a lot of conversations about the process. I am working hard on a test that is highly meaningful for me. Sometimes I check spellings on my phone.

There is more, but the dream starts to fade.

A small, framed print that was at the PPA study room at Northwestern Feinberg School of Medicine: “To defeat Primary Progressive Aphasia, the brain will blossom from the knowledge of the book.”

Day notes:

Yesterday I got an email from Michelle. She said the PET scan results are being mailed to me and the Mayo this week.