Author: Denise

(Sunday, September 4, 2022, my father’s 89th birthday) first quarter moon Sagittarius / tarot Death

I’m in the Fridley neighborhood where I grew up. My parents’ house still sits on the hill, and they are there, standing outside the kitchen door, near the patio. We are all at our current ages but the neighborhood feels like childhood time, as the trees are young and the sun is very bright. No shade in a sand prairie.

My sister Jo is coming but is not there yet. She sends me an email about a friend who is trying to buy a house. I see that the friend needs to use a particular computer app. I start to reply to Jo’s email, but am called to the house across the street. My parents are gifting me and perhaps my siblings with this house. Workers are there to paint the eaves and the siding. I roam about the yard and think about what color to paint.

Surprisingly, the other house across another street is also a gift from my parents. The woman Karen Jones who owned it and who we grew up with has moved on to Maine. Workers are painting this house too. Old tan paint is getting scraped off of the eaves, which will be painted pure white.

Jo has finally arrived. We stand in mom and dad’s driveway, chatting. I explain to her about the realty app. Then we discuss what colors to paint the outside of the houses, charcoal grey and midnight navy. Our parents will be moving on and their house will be a gift as well. The designer side of me is comfortable with adding charm to the houses. I am glad that the hard, physical chores are getting done by professionals. The three small 50s-era ramblers were built by the same company and the floor plans are nearly identical.

Even in the dream I wonder if this is a metaphor for my parents’ will. It feels like gratitude.

(Thursday, September 1, 2022) waxing crescent Scorpio / Strength tarot

I’m a passenger in a very long plane. Perhaps it is a spaceship, because I am able to fly within the plane, as if it has no gravity. The inside of the plane is black, like the cosmos. All of the other passengers are seated in the dark. They are not floating, spinning, like I am.

I arrive with Chris at a house in California owned by a kind, dark-haired man. Maybe it is his rentable airbnb, because we have full access to his home. He is concentrating on his work in a corner home office.

His yard is very large, located at the edge of a bluff, and covered in gentle, native plants. It feels like Petaluma. I notice the old, neglected single car garage at the border of the property. That surprises me, as the house is pleasant and comfortable. Perhaps gas-guzzling vehicles have lost their importance for the owner. My attention is pulled to the beautiful bluff along the right side of the house. I feel sparked by the powerful spiritual energy of the hillside, which meanders for many miles. The energy has filled my entire body, caressing my spine, my eyes, my breath, my mind. It inspires me to find a way to move to this holy spot on the earth.

Day notes:

I could still sense the energy when I awoke from the dream. It made me happy.

(Saturday, August 27, 2022)

As I view the ocean from the bay window in my house dream, the dream transforms. I am floating in the ocean on my belly. The ocean is calm, no waves. The sky is empty. Perhaps it is covered by a thin fog, the color of the ocean. I see no sun or white, fluffy clouds.

A male animal friend or spirit is floating behind me, on my left side. Familiar. I don’t see him in the dream. I look to the left and do see an evergreen coastline, very far away.

I start to sense the extreme depth of the sea below me. It feels as infinite as the sky, and I begin to panic. What if a shark comes up to attack me? What if the still surface turns to a wild tsunami? I peer left again and see no shoreline. The sensation is cosmic. I am in the middle of a vast universe of mind and emotion. My strong friend weighs in telepathically to help me lose my anxiety and accept the experience.