Monday and Wednesday, May 16 and 18, 2022
On Monday morning I had another dream about my dark-haired spirit guide that was so strong I didn’t think I had to write it down. On Wednesday the dream continued.
Monday:
I’m in a huge, square, two-story mansion guided by a thin, powerful, dark-haired woman. She comforts and protects many people in her home. The upper floor is a huge bedroom space. One side is a room full of double beds where couples sleep. I start out the dream in the couple-room, but am distracted by a grieving, homeless woman in her sixties who has come to find a safe place to rest. The royal angel gently coaxes the distraught woman into a room furnished with single beds. That is where the angel sleeps. I move to that room too.
Wednesday:
I dream of the cubical manor house again. This time I am the owner. I concentrate on multiple restoration projects. I wake up at 3 am to feed my cat, then fall back into the dream.
Inside the house, on the upper floor, is a room connected to another house. Through a glass wall, with an open gap at the top, I view my two neighbors: a man and a woman, playing some kind of physical game. He reaches out to me, over the top of the glass wall, but I feel no attraction for him. I turn away.
In another scene, I feel blessed to embrace and begin a relationship with a man I have known for many years. Perfect love, finally. A comforting, very physical sensation in the dream.
At the end of the dream, Bonnie and I walk out of my house together. In one of the corners of the ancient mansion is a witch. She pulls a broom out of the garden soil and offers me the medieval sweeper made of wood and straw, which I take with honor and respect. She has one for Bonnie, too, buried in the earth, but Bonnie is cautious. I convince Bonnie there is no need for fear of witches. I adore witches.
Day notes:
I have two house projects underway.
When I walk back from Harriet, I sometimes take Fremont. The historic houses are often at least 7,000 square feet in size and in immaculate condition, of course. Many have square footprints.
On a walk last week, a wild homeless woman asked me for directions to 56th and Chicago.