Author: Denise

I am a sculptor of clay animals and those luminous hybrid creatures that sometimes appear in our dreams, if we are lucky and if we are paying attention. The slow process of hand-building something from clay can really deepen the visitation of a dream. I have faithfully tended these wondrous images, transcribing them to journals since I was in my early 20s.
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Two Triplets Travel Together

(Saturday, October 1, 2022) first quarter moon Sagittarius / tarot Empress

In the middle of the night I dream of a wild, hilly woods. A piece of it is my property. At the edge of the woods drought and neglect have killed the trees. Climate change. The soil is bare sand. I feel guilty, but then I see a rubber strip that outlines the border of my property. It is not my fault. My land is still healthy forest.

Early in the morning I dream of the same place. Jodell and I visit the woods and the houses in the friendly community. We determine to sleep in different rooms, perhaps my house. The dream shifts. We are in a car that is humming along a dirt road. The driver is a combination of entities: Jodell, Bonnie and me. So is the passenger to the right of the driver. Passenger Jodell/Bonnie/Denise is talking to her phone, recording her recent dream.

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Fragment: Childhood House

(Friday, September 30, 2022) waxing crescent Sagittarius / tarot two of cups

I am with my sister Jodell. We are at our childhood rambler in Fridley. It’s a blue-sky day. The hill the house sits on is much higher in the dream, almost mountainous. It keeps rising, slowly, gently.

We go inside the house. There is work to do, but Jodell is overwhelmed. Not me. I am comfortable with moving furniture and working on restoration projects in the rooms, particularly in the living room. Perhaps we are preparing to sell the house as part of the will. I don’t want my sister to be anxious. It feels natural for me to do the organization and design work, even though I am not expected to manage these chores.

Day notes:

I just spent some time with Jodell on Sunday at her Park Rapids lake home. She is the Personal Representative of our parents’ will. She was just diagnosed with osteopenia and was upset about that. I have had osteoporosis (worse) for quite a few years, so we talked about diet. We talked about the will, too. I think she will need help, but I’m not allowed to work with the will. My parents want my brother to be her assistant, although he does not want that responsibility. He helps with the lawn and snow and other things.

October 19: Bonnie sends me a video of a song Come On Up to the House.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wFrqclcm8pU

Come On Up to the House (Tom Waits)

Well, the moon is broken and the sky is cracked
Come on up to the house
The only things that you can see is all that you lack
Come on up to the house

All your crying don’t do no good
Come on up to the house
Come down off the cross, we can use the wood
You gotta come on up to the house

Come on up to the house
Come on up to the house
The world is not my home
I’m just a-passing through
You got to come on up to the house

There’s no light in the tunnel, no irons in the fire
Come on up to the house
And you’re singing lead soprano in a junkman’s choir
You got to come on up to the house

Does life seem nasty, brutish and short
Come on up to the house
The seas are stormy and you can’t find no port
Got to come on up to the house, yeah

You gotta come on up to the house
Come on up to the house
The world is not my home I’m just a-passing through
You got to come on up to the house, yeah

You gotta come on up to the house
Come on up to the house
The world is not my home
I’m just a-passing through
You got to come on up to the house

There’s nothing in the world that you can do
You gotta come on up to the house
And you been whipped by the forces that are inside you
Gotta come on up to the house

Well, you’re high on top of your mountain of woe
Gotta come on up to the house
Well, you know you should surrender, but you can’t let it go
You gotta come on up to the house, yeah

Gotta come on up to the house
Gotta come on up to the house
The world is not my home I’m just a-passing through
You gotta come on up to the house

Gotta come on up to the house
You gotta come on up to the house
Yeah yeah yeah

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Spirits Behind Glass Doors

(Saturday, September 10, 2022) full moon Pisces / tarot Strength

I took Snowball to the vet today. Whenever I work with him, the Strength card shows up.

This morning I dream that I am on the main floor of my house. A younger man, probably Cullan, is very busy working on some software or paperwork. It’s taking a lot of his time, which is delaying a visit scheduled with our relatives, maybe my niece Jennie’s yearly bean bag party.

Waiting, I stand and look at the stairs that lead to my upper office and bedroom. There is a full glass door at the bottom of the stairs, and a friendly male spirit with round metal spectacles at the top of the stairs. I wave at him. He dances and floats up and down the stairs, over and over again. He does not pass through the glass. I watch for quite awhile. Is he Benjamin Franklin? A former owner of my house? He is blonde with a round face. He appears to be in his 30s.

Then I notice that a child’s bedroom on the main floor also has a glass door and an active spirit inside the room. I hope that Wyn is not disturbed by the spirits. No one else seems to pay much attention to the friendly ghosts. Cullan keeps working, so relatives start to arrive to our house, instead of waiting for us to head to theirs.

There are more details to the dream but the ghosts stand out so much that the rest of the story dissolves when I wake up. I love that I have clear visibility to another realm.

Day notes:

This is the first time Jennie and Matt have not held their family party in quite a few years.

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