(Tuesday, September 22, 2026) equinox
Yesterday was a horrible day in waking life but I had a good dream. It takes place in the biggest grocery store with the highest ceiling I have ever seen. As I move from shelf to shelf to find different veggies and food, wide, thin pieces of handwritten paper show up. They are the shape of a snake or a ribbon. The writing may have been poems or positive statements/information. The grocery store workers-bees are the writers. I can see them in the dream, the workers are not a mystery. They are highly skilled, inspiring.
Day notes:
Yesterday Cullan had made an adjustment to the garage door opener. I was unable to use the clicker we have had for years, and mentioned my frustration to Chris. He blew up. He said it is my fault he lost his driver’s license after his November seizure, which is completely false (HCMC gave us the legal paperwork in the ICU). Chris said he had wanted to leave me years ago because he hates my son. He wants to leave this house now and get a divorce. When Cullan got home from work, he did a quick fix and the clicker works fine.
After exploding, Chris walked down the basement stairs to drive his truck out of the garage. But he came back up the stairs right away and I have never heard his breathing as loud and rapid as it was. Failing to breathe.
I am still not speaking to Chris today.
