(Friday, June 2, 2023)
This dream takes place near a river or lake, in a rural area. Chris has a white pickup truck, like our old Nissan Frontier. He is driving near the shore, on the land, not on a road. I am in the back seat of the truck and I feel safe. Both doors are closed. The passenger door next to Chris is missing. I worry about his safety. He could fall out of the open, broken door, or something could fly in and injure him. He is unconcerned and considers himself a good driver.
(Friday, June 2, 2023)
This morning I dreamt the city was doing a lot of repairs and projects. My son was in the front yard, taking good, detailed notes. The workers started digging a deep channel (sewer level) from the street into our front yard, ending at the front door. This was unexpected.
I noticed our neighbors had work being done on their stucco house, so I walked over to ask Kristin about it.
In real life, today:
There are two new street sink holes in south Minneapolis. One is just a few blocks away (43rd and Pleasant). They could be affected by sewer issues.
I was coming back from grocery stores (four of them!) and my neighbor from the dream was standing in the street, talking to a friend in a small car as I passed by.
(Friday, June 2, 2023) full moon Scorpio / tarot Strength
I awaken on my spine, in bed at my Rustic Lodge upper story. I’m not sure of my age. I have a childlike sensibility. Kitty Snowball is quietly wandering around.
I notice the energy of an invisible, haunting spirit in the room next to my bedroom. The haunt keeps throwing a large, square pillow at me, and I toss it back again and again. I don’t feel I am in danger, but the aggressive spirit makes me sad and frustrated. I don’t deserve these arial pillow attacks. Is it an amusement for the ghost?
I can feel multiple generations in my attic. Perhaps the ghost lived here a long time ago and does not want to leave. The haunt must think I am taking over the bedroom.
I decide to end the pillow fight and head down the steep, narrow stairs. On the main floor, I discover that both of my parents have just passed away. They have been in sufficient health, so this is a surprise. In my mind’s eye I see them lying together, facing the earth. Their bodies have begun to decay and their skin is now shell-like (rigor mortis?). I wonder if they have turned into seeds.
