Author: Denise

(Wednesday, February 9, 2022) tarot: Strength

Chris and I walk down our old wooden stairs to the basement. We know kitty Snowball is roaming around underground, exploring the lower level, but it is dim and we don’t see him. A twin set of wooden stairs is next to our stairs, parallel. We sit on the bottom of those steps. Snowball comes toward us. We assume he will skitter away, as usual, but he actually rubs us around our legs, affectionately. His fear is gone. He is pure white, no spots, and has beautiful, fluffy lamb’s-wool fur. He heads up to the landing at the top of the steps. I see no door, but the staircase door in our house is on the side wall, so that could be true in the dream. Snowball meets his mother and small siblings, who are having dinner together on the landing. His mother faces us, a bit stern. She has human eyes. Her patterns and coloration match Snowball’s in waking life.

Day notes:

I asked for a dream message, incubation, which never works for me, but this time it occurred at 5:30 in the morning the day I had to decide if I would confirm surgery for our feral cat, or let him go. I filled out a long, online application to donate him as a barn cat, but then I called SCRAM and had an hour-long conversation with a woman who has worked with feral cats for 18 years. She told me barn cats usually live less than 2 years, and after remembering my grandmother’s suffering barn cats, I knew that was true.

(Sunday, January 2, 2022, sister Jamie’s birthday)

I did not sleep past midnight on New Year’s Eve, so the first dream I remember of 2022 is a fragment from this morning. I’m facing a wide mountain range. The slopes are covered by pines and small boulders. I see no roads or pathways but I do see a shiny black vehicle that is larger than a Jeep. It has specially-designed wheels and tires. I watch the upper right wheel spin in a demonstration focused toward me. The entire truck, in fact, is engineered to travel effortlessly along the long, steep ridge.

As I write this fragment, a second one comes up of me working on some art projects. A book?

A fragment from Saturday includes an older woman and man who are the couple who designed our Rustic Lodge House in 1903. They are intelligent and well-suited to each other and their family. The man has a twin soul aspect: he is a married man that I have current fondness for. Most of the dream takes place along a wooded lakeshore, which is the theme I have been having lately. The oddest aspect of the dream shows young children being put inside square, clear plastic boxes. The boxes will somehow transfer them across light years of space.

Wednesday provided a waking dream. I drove past 58th and Lyndale to pick up a bowl of soup at Lakewinds Coop that I brought with me on my trip to visit my parents in Cambridge. A few minutes after I arrived, my cousin Tom Wolfe (Richards) called and the four of us talked for about 45 minutes. It was his mother (my godmother) Marge’s 100th birthday. Her old house is at 5725 Bryant Avenue South.

(Tuesday, December 28, 2021) waning crescent moon Libra, Magician tarot

My father has purchased a new manor house. The lodging has two wings, angled in a wide V at 150 and 30 degrees. It is equally tall, at least four stories in height.

I explore the new interior, beginning at the upper floor where my bedroom is located. Every room is comfortably decorated and clean. The furniture and details are luxurious, but not absurdly royal. Wardrobe cabinets are open and empty, waiting for our family to add our belongings. All of the sleeping rooms have bathrooms inside, as do modern-day master bedrooms.

My caregiver task is to review Chris’ bedroom and make sure it is ready for his move. Our relationship is more like that of siblings than lovers. Surprisingly, he has two bedrooms, each on different floors. The larger one is below the smaller one. I walk into the expansive bedchamber to inspect it and notice the beautiful tin ceiling tiles that seem to be made of gleaming silver. The furniture is new velvet. A large, empty wooden wardrobe looks ready for storage. One wall-shelf has a non-functioning piece of electrical sound equipment that I remove.

I don’t see a need for Chris to have two bedrooms, and both are larger than mine, so I consider trading with him. Many rooms include the shimmering silver ceiling tile, which really catches my eye.

The energy of the house decor is fully sensuous. I spend many hours quietly rambling through room after room. Eventually it is time to move outdoors, and I am surprised to see that the family home stands on the shore of a lake surrounded by snow-peaked mountains, like Lake Placid or Lake Louise. The angle of the house-wings face the water.

The lake is free of ice. The grasses and trees are green. Dozens of neighbors and my siblings are playing together along the shoreline and in the warm water. I try to walk on the tip of lake stones but my physical strength and balance is age-diminished, even though I am young in the dream. This feels like a clue to my dream-self.

I decide to reenter the house, joining my father and mother in the kitchen. My father has thick, dark, curly hair and is a true extrovert. I see how his engaging, theatrical personality has benefitted his financial well-being. I am surprised such a wealthy man is cooking. He tells me he has just hired an Italian chef, who is yet to arrive.

Day notes

Yesterday I had a quarterly meeting with my financial advisors and retirement looks good. One test chart actually said my optimal retirement age is younger than I have been planning. Tarot was nine of cups (wishes coming true, prosperity).