(Friday, April 24, 2026) first quarter moon Leo
In my dream this morning I am crying because my income is very diminished. This is true in waking life. I can’t afford to travel anymore. I can’t afford pretty clothes. I can’t afford to go out to eat. Life will be very sad until I am able to use our 401k.
(Saturday, April 25, 2026)
This dream takes place in my waking-life house. It begins on the upper floor. Left of my bedroom is the haunted, ancestral attic that often shows up in dreams. A younger man, a member of the house, has chores that he does in a different location, out-of-doors.
I am friendly and move back and forth from the house to his workspace. I am not sure what he is doing (I may have forgotten that dream element) but every time I visit him I say the same word that is wrong. My aphasia. He corrects me, over and over again. An older man is working near the younger man. They are silently irritated by my mistakes. I don’t blame them for that.
The young man is also frustrated by not having enough privacy and personal space at the big house. I try to console him. I realize that the ancestral attic, which is full of hundreds of pieces of furniture from over the centuries, has functioning kitchen equipment. I tell him we can easily make a kitchen for him. Really, anything can be created in that infinite space. Yes, there are spirits, but they are not evil ghosts.
Day notes:
I had a conversation with Chris this morning about making needed updates to the house for our family. At first he was his typical irritated dude, but after continuing the discussion he understood why construction is necessary. In ten years this house will be too big for us. If we end up in memory care we could get hit with a lien. It will save Cullan huge monthly expenses if he does not have to buy his own house again. Nearly every home in our neighborhood costs $700,000 to $1,000,000. Cullan and I talked about handing him the deed, and having him get a loan for some updates. There is also enough in Chris’ mother’s trust to help with construction.
I think the young man in the dream is Cullan, doing his computer work outdoors (he rides his bike to work every day, in Nordeast, the artists’ quarter). The older man might be his boss. Yes, my aphasia will become more and more irritating over time.
Deborah yesterday still doesn’t perceive my dementia. She thinks I am fine and aging normally. I don’t feel that way, but she is very sharp. Her ex has a doctorate in psychology and she has a couple of master’s degrees from the University of San Francisco.
(Saturday, April 25, 2026) waxing gibbous moon Libra
Last night I got a text at 12:26 a.m. from one of Bonnie’s Arizona dream friends. It woke me up, then I fell back to sleep and had this dream:
Chris and I are lying in the bedroom I used to have upstairs (where the grandkids sleep now). It is dark. He is asleep. I have discovered a process with my phone that works well for Zoom meetings. Maybe it is a new phone. I am holding it in front of me, filming a video of my face and body. Happy it works. I look a bit different than in waking life. My hair is nearly black and cut slightly above my shoulders. Round format, no curls. My face is much younger in appearance, maybe 40 or 50 years old. Even though I do not look the same, my mouth still moves slightly off-center, as it has done my whole life because of my birth-stroke. I am getting ready for a Zoom meeting with Bonnie’s group at 6 a.m.
Day notes:
My birthday present yesterday was to visit Deborah for my yearly astrology reading. I showed her the faerie book I am working on. When she saw the photo of me in my mid-fifties, she said I looked thirty years old.
