(Saturday, May 15, 2021) waxing crescent moon Cancer / tarot 7 of cups
I have a lucid dream this morning in a black environment (not my normal grey lucid space). “The dark before the dawn.” Noise from a neighbor’s house woke me up at 1:08 and I am able to recall many details from the dream. It stayed with me for a long time.
The dream:
I own an old, two-story house with two bedrooms upstairs: one for me, one for a man who has passed away. His spirit is still strongly present in his room, in the way that I always experience Jim’s energy when I visit Jeanne’s house. Even though it is my current house, which is a one-and-a-half-story Queen Anne bungalow, in the dream it is two full stories: a farmhouse design like Cullan and Hillary’s home.
I perceive and visit many rooms in other dimensions in the upper floor, but the two bedrooms, the spousal rooms, have the most physical and emotional power. A big refrigerator that looks like the 80s era version in our basement sits near the staircase between the bedrooms. It is full of fresh food. I notice two large, long loaves of bread and wonder if they have expired, since the refrigerator is very old. A telepathic message is sent to me that my parents have provided the new loaves of bread and the other good food. The fridge feels like a safe, a deposit box, full of wealthy nutrition. I experience my parents’ spiritual presence as they move on, gliding through the air.
I head outside. My niece Sarah and her two daughters live one block down the street, but I am able to coax them to move to the house directly next to mine. The two homes are divided by a driveway, as are the two real-world Queen Anne bungalows (our house and the neighbor’s house) built by the same family in 1903.
The dream street is long and straight. Our house faces a berm that faces a railway. The neighborhood reminds me of Highway 61 near my family’s ancestral town of Minneiska, where the bluffs wind down to the highway and the train tracks follow the Mississippi. Tangletown is a high hill on the edge of Minnehaha Creek. Tangletown used to be called Fuller, which is my grandmother’s maiden name.
I focus on the house itself, 100 Rustic Lodge West. The siding is original, aging, hand-sawn wood, reminding me in waking life of my grandmother’s farmhouse, which was built in a lumberyard next to the Mississippi in the late 19th century.
The sky is pitch black, midnight during a new moon. There is a tall ladder attached to both floors of the house but in the darkness I have trouble seeing how I can safely travel up the rungs, especially at my age. I pull the ladder away and prop it against the porch, making it easy to inspect the roofing. It all looks protective and up to snuff.
Day notes:
Chris and I have been worried because his CKD (chronic kidney disease) is nearly at stage 4. His numbers continually drop. He may need dialysis. His liver (cirrhosis from Hep C) is impacting his kidneys, perhaps.
I pulled a tarot card to ask about this dream and got the 10 of pentacles, which can mean inheritance. Family happiness, multiple generations. The elders prepare to leave.