(Friday, February 20, 2026) waxing crescent moon Aries
This is another long dream that has dissolved, except for the ending: I am exploring a large, multi-story workspace. I feel highly confident, but interact with an employed young woman who seems emotionally overwhelmed. I walk alongside her, on her right, on my left. We enter an office with an extended ceiling, maybe twenty feet tall, like those in the updated warehouse buildings at the North Loop. The floor is wood. The lighting is dim.
She walks to the back of the office and sits down at a computer desk. I follow, then stand behind her, on her right, on my left. She is pulling up multiple brain images, maybe MRIs or PET scans. She points out one in particular and says, “this brain shape is about high intelligence.”
I confirm, “That is exactly the shape of my brain.” Yet I wonder how high intelligence can be reality when I have a diagnosis of svPPA (Semantic Variant Primary Progressive Aphasia).
Her job seems to be about neurological labs and studies. The hard, hard work gives her tremendous pressure. I allow her to continue her research. I find a simple way to brighten the light in the room by cutting an edge off a piece of art paper. Then I leave.
Day notes:
I finally called Mayo Neurology yesterday and talked to my doctor’s nurse. I am pushing to get my Transcranial Direct Current Stimulation appointment. She will give me a call back, hopefully soon. The doctors that teach the tDCS are part of the Alzheimer’s lab. Getting an MRI will be part of the research at the Northwestern University PPA study in Chicago, which I will join this spring.
My dream guide is always behind my left shoulder.
I had another dream-within-a-dream fragment last night. I am viewing myself sleeping, lying on my back.