Dreams From The Morning Of Oona’s Birthday

(Sunday, October 20, 2024)

I attended two parties for Oona’s third birthday yesterday, so I was not able to write down my dreams. Details have faded, but they both have powerful elements I want to record.

Dream 1: Wyn’s Daimon

I am helping my grandson, about 10 years of age, make an informational phone call. I think it is Wyn. We are using an old-fashioned landline and listening to an instructional guide. I feel like the conversation is expressly for Wyn, so I click on a button to remove myself from the call, but both of us get “hung up.” That makes me a guilty grandma! Yet, the guide immediately arrives in person. He is thin, at least eight-feet tall. He is much more visible than the spirit guides I often dream of. The details of his face, body and clothing are clear to us. Blond-haired instead of dark-haired. In person, a loving friend.

Dream 2: The Thinning Veil

I am in my tall castle and this one seems to be made of fragile drywall covered with pale, flowered old wallpaper. There is no furniture, no yard, just one tiny window. Nearly empty. Even the staircase needs a railing. The rooms are haunted but I push the annoying ghosts away. I go in and out. Each time I come in from the street I find hand-painted artwork that I quickly made before heading out the front door. I am stunned by the beauty and skill of the paintings. Speedy little masterpieces.

Day notes, October 29:

I shared this dream last night and this morning this thought came up: The thin wall of the castle reminded me of the veil between this life and the next. And me pushing the ghosts around means it is nowhere near time to leave this life, even though in the dream “I go in and out.” 

We all wrote haikus last night about our dreams. This is mine:
My home feels royal
Ancestral spirits live here
Creativity is joy

Little sculpture I did for our Monday night dream group (October 28).