Author: Denise

(Wednesday, March 25, 2026) first quarter moon Cancer

I am working on two huge wall-sculptures made of clay. I need to climb a ladder to work on the one above a fireplace, inside of a small room with tall, white wooden walls. This brown clay sculpture is a maned lion’s head, actual size, visually roaring at me. The piece is nearly done. I tweak it a bit with my fingers and add some moisture to the drying clay. I climb down the ladder and move out of the room to the other, lower artwork. It is covered in cloth, probably to help slow the drying process. I remove the fabric, which is dirty with clay on the outer layer. The sculpture under the brown cloth is white. Perhaps I have tinted it with white underglaze. Clean, pure.

Day notes:

I had a wonderful visit with my parents yesterday. They were both loving and conversational. I learned a lot about what has been going on in their lives and my siblings’ lives. They say they are ready to work on selling their Cambridge house, so they are starting to give away furniture and artwork. I brought home a stone sculpture I have loved for years of a wild cat (lion?) circled by a snake. My father found it in Mexico City, I think.

I am still assuming the illustrations I need to create for my book will be partially made of clay. This dream seems to confirm that idea will succeed, but it will be hard work!

The brown and white colors stand out in this dream. Earth. Clouds.

(Thursday, March 19, 2026) new moon Aries

The dream this morning takes place in a very long galley-style kitchen, full of people (I have been dreaming of kitchens lately). It has a huge center-island. The lighting is dim, yet we can all see perfectly well. Many in this community are astronauts. The environment may even be a spaceship, although the interior looks like a house.

I have sent out invitations for a birthday party, possibly Cullan’s (in waking life, December 23). There is a huge bakery box full of cupcakes. Over the course of the dream, folks grab some of those cakes (including Cullan), even though it is not time yet for the party. Frustrated, I think I have to send out letters to the invites to let them know the menu might be more limited than I was expecting.

I start trying to write the message on two pieces of paper, but they are napkins. I’m not able to get the sharp pen to work on the soft surface. Then I find some writeable paper, although I am unsure how the message will be sent. It needs to arrive quickly. Maybe it will be a telepathic image of the letter. Maybe it will fly through the air.

The dream shifts to information that has been shared by scientists about our moon. They say today the moon’s orbit will move lower, and farther into space. I look out a window, into the night sky. The moon is smaller. Their research is correct. Transition.

Day notes:

I met with my friend Amy yesterday. She told me her oldest daughter Abbie recently had a grand mal seizure (followed by multiple minor seizures), and is refusing to meet with a neurologist. Abbie’s husband’s name is Cullen. Chris lost his legal ability to drive after his seizure in November. A letter arrived yesterday giving back his right to drive, so today he is out-and-about.

Today is the New Moon. Distance is 231,000 miles. Closest point (perigee) is 225,623 miles, farthest point (apogee) is 252,088 miles.

(Wednesday, March 18, 2026) new moon Pisces

Yesterday, on St. Patrick’s Day, I received the book “The Witch’s Pig,” which is an old Cornish folktale (not a fairytale). I ordered it because the main dream that inspires my Eadie fairytale takes place in Cornwall. And two other dreams I added to my story include magical Black Sows. It is a lovely book, well written. The illustrations are fun. I like that the witch’s cousin Tom is a main character. He is tall and his ears often appear sharp, like my elven guide Henry. My cousin Tom sometimes shows up in my dreams.

I am surprised that a second story is brewing for me, the Black Wolf dream I had the first night I stayed in Glastonbury, England (near Cornwall, next to Devon). In that dream, I crawl into a water drain to escape the wolf. In the piggy folktale, the sow gets stuck in a water drain, after rambling along bogs and moors. I include moors in my tale, of course. And Calhoun’s Witch Betty lives in a thatched-roof cottage, just like Eadie, my Witch/Faerie Queen.