Author: Denise

(Tuesday, December 9, 2025)

I realized last night when working on Bonnie’s dream (“TryingTo Find A Photography Store”) that my main focus is on words. Other dream workers in our group have vital understandings of the emotional, spiritual and functional processing of the dreamer, which is very inspiring. But words jump out to me. I guess my dream work is really about language and symbols. As having been a lover of writing for all of my life, this finally makes sense. Although it is probably not the most useful response to a dream.

From Bonnie: I love your attraction to the words of the dream. I have always thought of your insights portrayed through words as being very poetic and that it captures the “essence” of the dream.

(Tuesday, December 9, 2025)

I remember this as a long dream when I wake up, yet only this fragment is left intact.

I am with a large group of people hanging out together outdoors. A towering man is near me, at least six-and-a-half feet tall. He has dark hair and a very theatrical, eccentric personality, similar to Benedict Cumberbatch playing Sherlock Holmes. There is a highly mystical function in the dream: my body is meant to dissolve, entering “Sherlock” and then playing with the others through his entity. Sherlock’s mane keeps flying up at the back of his head, so I try to comb it down. His lack of concern for being socially tidy delays my timing to enter his being.

Day notes:

The tall man reminded me of Bonnie’s dream incubation about her son Kevin. But my son Cullan lost his very high-paying job yesterday. Multiple times this year I have incubated and asked my angelic, tall dream guide (who always has dark hair, as does my son) to heal Cullan at one of the most difficult years of his life. Sherlock could be my dream guide, or Cullan.

When my cousin Tom met Cullan at my mother’s ninetieth birthday party, he enjoyed Cullan’s eccentric personality.

From Bonnie: I wonder if the combing down of the hair is a kind of healing.

(Tuesday, December 2, 2025)

I got a surprising LinkedIn contact yesterday from Heather O., who was the art director at Conklin when I started freelancing there in my late twenties. We texted each other today, and she said she is still in contact with our old friend Karl A., the writer.