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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Fragment: Cryptic Messaging

(Easter Sunday 2017)

Most of this dream is gone. It is about work projects and work relationships. What I do remember, and find amusing, is a call I make to my coworker Michael Morris in Portland. As soon as he picks up the phone, the project details I am supposed to share with him evaporate from my mind. I am embarrassed by my aging brain, but confess to him what has happened. Suddenly a kind of limerick appears in my mind’s eye that clearly communicates a secret about our current business culture. This pleases me. I can communicate truth in a way which keeps us both safe from corporate revenge.

Day notes:

The Irish are credited with forming language styles to confuse their British overlords, in order to communicate important information to each other.

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Chauffeured By The Ancestors

(Easter Sunday, April 16, 2017) moon waning gibbous Capricorn / tarot Justice

I awoke at about 4 am from this dream, from which I have lost some details because I fell back asleep (into another dream):

I am in a very long RV being driven by my Aunt Mary (who passed away last autumn). The interior is dim: no lights are in use. My small toddler son is behaving in an erratic manner that I am afraid will put him in danger (a jogger was hit by a car and killed yesterday on County Road 6, one mile from our house, nearly the same location where a young girl was killed ten years ago). I fold my son over my knee and spank him several times.

I try to have a conversation with Mary but she is “wooden” and unresponsive. I know this is because she is so recently deceased that she is not yet completely awake in the after-death realm. (Chris also exhibits this wooden quality in my dreams.)

I am lucidly aware of my own comfort in this realm. I travel here often.

Suddenly my grandmother Lenora takes over the wheel. She passed away in 1984; therefore she is fully alert, fully conscious in the after-death world. Her transition work is complete. She has tremendous physical energy and humor. Her chauffeur style is like a Broadway musical performance. I am surprised and delighted by her joyous presence, happy to be on tour with my gregarious granny.

 

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Precognitive Fragment: Apple Malware

(Saturday, April 8, 2017)

Over a month ago I dreamt my iPhone was infected with malware. I have been waiting for it to go down. That happened yesterday. Fortunately the Sprint tech was able to clean and restore it for me.

(04.10.2017) In fact, the repair did not work and I had to get a new phone.

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