(Tuesday, January 6, 2025)
The dream begins on the second floor of my Sheehan family farmhouse. I am lying on the double bed on the left side of the room, near the staircase and a window. I am sleeping (lucid dreaming) and trying to coax a ghost to visit me. My old friend Rick, who passed away in 2023, appears on the right side of the bed. His ghost-body is not as physically strong as his living body was. He has trouble focusing and moving closer to me. Ambling oddly. I roll over to the right side of the bed and give him a little nudge. We gently push each other, back-and-forth. Rick’s ghost reminds me of what his stepmother said at his memorial, describing his difficulty with mental function from childhood to adulthood, perhaps because his mother died when he was a toddler.
The dream transitions to a third story, which did not exist in real life. I am “awake.” The floor is old wood and the space is expansive, with a high ceiling. I move to a large child bedroom that has recent construction elements, including red-painted window and ceiling borders. My grandmother Lenora has created rooms for her ancestral great-great grandchildren. More work is needed, but it has begun. A young girl who reminds me of Oona is sleeping in the bedroom. I move around the third level and inspect the design features. Many pieces are historic, very old. Some are surprisingly new. Change is underway for our future. I look out a large window at the green forest. Happy.
Suddenly I am outdoors. It is hilly and full of trees. The farmhouse is in the center of nature, on a gentle slope. Like one of my recent dreams, I think I see the distant Colorado Rocky Mountains. A large group of young boys are playing together, laughing and throwing a ball. I worry a bit that they will throw it too hard and hit Wyn, and I put my arm around one of the young athletes to give him a quiet warning: “Be careful.” A father thinks I am too anxious about the game. So I relax. I tell the father about Bonnie’s wonderful lentil soup and give him the spicy ingredients: “Ginger, lime, cilantro, garlic, onion …”
Day notes:
I listened to Katherine Bell’s podcast last night. She had a good interview with a woman named Katrina Dreamer, who has taught at the IASD and attended grad school with Linda Mastrangelo. Katherine brought up Jeremy Taylor’s idea that a large group of people in a dream are our ancestors. I miss Jeremy Taylor. I should reread his books.
The dream-within-a-dream section about Rick’s ghost seems to transition to me being awake and reacting to his ghost entity with my physical body.
My guess is I am Lenora (since my middle name is Lenore). At this stage in our lives we certainly feel that we are affecting future genetics. I am a grandmother, as was she.
My mother (Lenora’s daughter) lost her father when she was a toddler, the same timeframe as Rick losing his parent.
The Rocky Mountains can symbolize significant challenges and obstacles in waking life. They are distant, therefore the threat might be over or arriving in the future. Not the present moment, either way. My take on the mountains is protection (my emotional sense in the dream), which disagrees with the usual interpretation.
This feels like a pretty big dream, especially since there is a lucid dream aspect. It reminds me of my dream “A New Workspace” because of the view of the future.
The setting is a give away that it is a big dream, I think. I love the third story and the renovations that combine the old and the new. (higher level) There is the color red-good energy. The third floor is for the children; new life and the future as you say.
The dreamer wants to connect with ghosts and she does-with Rick. Are you alike Rick in any way? I am in the land of “sky islands” and when I look at mountains i feel their consciousness. Everyone is unique with their own character. Mountains have different “levels”. As one climbs up the vegetation changes. It is cool that Oona and Wyn are represented.