(Wednesday, June 3, 2026) waning gibbous moon Capricorn
This dream begins outdoors. The sky is the dark cosmos color that often occurs in my dreams. Starless. Nature is open, with trees but no forests, full of brilliant green grass and long dirt trails. I will be hiking for many, many miles, along with hundreds of others. We are participants in a test that includes every English word in the dictionary. Tens of thousands of words. There are huge stone or cement walls, at least twelve feet tall, that have tiny holes, dots, each dot associated with a word. The test seems to be telepathic. We focus on a dot and a word is supposed to crop up. We can write a word next to each dot. A female, human friend or guide is with me, to make sure I do not get lost.
I walk from wall to wall with my friend. I see lots of the other participants who are young and sharp. The test is quick and easy for them. I am having a decent amount of success, but after I write down a particular word I realize it is incorrect. I stand next to the dot and close my eyes, attempting for the actual word to materialize in my mind. My guide stands next to me and gives me a few verbal hints. Nothing works. So we move on.
We enter a large building that contains walls of invisible words, dots. The energy of the dream shifts a bit because of this new, interior environment. My guide and I are having a lot of conversations about the process. I am working hard on a test that is highly meaningful for me. Sometimes I check spellings on my phone.
There is more, but the dream starts to fade.
A small, framed print that was at the PPA study room at Northwestern Feinberg School of Medicine: “To defeat Primary Progressive Aphasia, the brain will blossom from the knowledge of the book.”
Day notes:
Yesterday I got an email from Michelle. She said the PET scan results are being mailed to me and the Mayo this week.