(Monday, February 23, 2026) first quarter moon Taurus
I am inside of Chris’ and my stunningly beautiful home, which gives me tremendous gratitude. Overwhelming pleasure. I have created all of the decor. There are dozens and dozens of pieces of furniture, artwork and window treatments. Each bit is simple, yet inspiringly unique.
I am figuring out which seat I want to add to my computer desk, perhaps a Parsons-style black steel chair, or a handmade cane chair. I try them both and choose the steel version. Chris wants to add a chair to my little office spot but I tell him he can connect to the internet at any place in the house. He uses wifi to listen to his music.
I pull the brown cane seat around to different areas and angles, reaching a tidy little corner location that pleases me. I back the chair up to the wall, then head outside.
Our property is large and rural. It is a sunny, blue-sky day. Walking with my black dog, I enjoy the fetching, substantial bushes and flowers I have grown over the years, especially two giant, round bushes next to a garden shed.
Then I walk down a gentle hill, perhaps on the way to a lake. Shocked, I see several empty beer cans laying on the grass. I walk back up the yard and find more. Obviously two drunk men have been hanging out on our land. I am very upset. Are they inside the house? Is there danger? I rush, leaving my dog behind, driving off to get help.
Day notes:
Yesterday we found out our brother-in-law Bob was snowmobiling on Lake Mille Lacs with a friend who has a cabin there. Bob tipped over. He has a collapsed lung, four broken ribs and a slight brain bleed. He was air-lifted from Onamia Hospital to North Memorial. He may come home today or tomorrow. I do wonder if the two were drinking, because Bob is an alcoholic. I am grateful for all of the years he helped me work on both of our houses.
The two fifties-era cane chairs in my house are from my parents’ old Mille Lacs log cabin.
The dream house is similar to my waking-life Queen Anne bungalow, full of room and light. But the house in the dream has much more decor.
I got a phone call from my mother about Bob’s injuries when I was at Urgent Care. Sunday morning at about 4 a.m., I had the same intestinal trauma I had a month ago. Does not seem to be the flu (even though a fever-drench wakes me up) because it only lasts two or three hours. The second time I needed to get to the bathroom, I could not walk. I felt so dizzy and weak that I fainted and fell on the floor, knocking my head. They could not find anything wrong at Urgent Care but pulled up data from 2014 showing the same thing happened at my job. I am supposed to make an appointment with my GP.
Wow. The dream and life start off very positive and then poof! How are you feeling now? I am sorry to hear about your brother-in-law. It is interesting near the beginning of the dream, the dreamer has good boundaries saying no to Chris about him putting a chair in the dreamer’s space. Then outside twi men have invaded the dreamer’s boundary. I ama curious about leaving the dog behind.