8/29/26 I Lose my Dad

My dad comes to visit. I have homework I have to do. I tell my dad that I don’t want to have to do all of it later. I do some of it. He is tired and needs to rest.

We go in the car. I am driving. I cannot remember where I booked a place for Dad to stay. We pull into an area where there are two RV’s parked, while I try to figure it out. A man comes and says we can’t park there. We drive some more.

Now we are in a large garage. There is a mechanic working on an old, large car. There are two parked motorcycles on the car’s right. I don’t think I can drive through them to get through and out of the garage. A man directs me. Then a guy drives off on the motorcycle to the far right. I follow him. He and then I go through the garage door. It automatically opens when we get close.

Next we are at this large complex with lots of people. We are on foot. Somehow we get separated. I go up on an escalator and Dad takes the one going down. There are lots of people on the elevators. A woman wants to give me these thin, plastic “sticks” and I say no. I get off on the top floor. There are rooms with different catagories of things. (I can’t remember what they were when I awoke). I worried about Dad and finding him.

Feeling: overwhelmed

I worked this dream with Susan and Bryn. Here is what I wrote: My father has come to visit-my “familiar” male. At the end of my dad’s life, I did take the lead. He lived eight days after his stroke. I think this dream has to do with what I am going through with Paul. I am relying on that same energy I had with my dad before his death. Finding a place for Dad/Paul is something in the future in waking life. Not remembering where I booked a place maybe has to do with not knowing where this will be. The man says I cannot park where two RV’s are parked is saying this is not a “fun” time or a carefree way to look at this. The garage-fixing an old car. Car=Paul? Two motorcycles parked with a narrow way through. Motorcycles are individual ways of going through life. They could represent Paul and I. A male energy shows me the way through and out of the garage. At the mall (being malled?) with lots of people(overwhelming). The woman with the straws could represent how Paul will become-low cognitive. I am resisting this. Dad goes down the escalator=Paul’s decent into Dementia? I go up. The three rooms with organized categories could represent having things arranged for both of us in the future.

8/14/26 Canoeing with my Mom

I am going canoeing with my mom. I go to a sporting goods store. I see a man carrying a pink canoe. He is a customer as well. I ask him if I can buy the canoe and he says yes. I take the canoe to Shady Oak (where I grew up) and tell my mom I bought a pink canoe for us. I explain that it is a good idea because people can see us better. Somehow this will keep us safer than a basic metal canoe. She is not pleased. I then realize we do not have paddles. My dad takes me to the garage. He thinks he might have some paddles. The garage is very neat with all these tools hanging up on hooks. However, there are no paddles.

I worked this dream with my AZ dream group. Here is what I wrote: If this were my dream, I am excited about having an adventure with my mom. ( My mother, in waking life made it possible for my siblings and I to have a canoe and spend hours on the pond behind our house. She also found the land and had our uncle build the house. ) I want to share this experience with her. I am thinking she will feel safer in a pink canoe so iif we are in trouble we will be noticed. She is not pleased. When I was inn my twenties and the whole family went to therapy when my sister started to have schizophrenic episodes, I felt that I could not move/grow beyond my mother. That would be like leaving her behind. I wanted her to grow psychologically with me. My dad had good intentions, but he could not help psychologically, (no paddles) I needed to find my own paddles to get to where I am today. Maybe this dream is saying, I have progressed beyond my parents and it is good.

8/9/26 What happened to the Little Boy?

Paul and I are watching someone’s little boy who is about one years old. It could be our grandson. There is a pool that is very deep. He crawls into the pool and goes down to the bottom. I have a blue bathing suit on and my glasses. ( or maybe contacts). I dive and swim down to the bottom (9-10 feet). The water is not very clear and it is hard to see. I rescue the boy.

A little while later, I sit next to Paul and ask where is the little boy. Paul is sitting on a bleachers. He doesn’t know. I panic and start looking for him. I get others to look as well. I worry that he got back into the water.

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