A Grounded Healing Process

(Sunday, September 14, 2025) third quarter moon Gemini / tarot Tower / Oracle Alignment

Thank god Snowball got me up before midnight and left me alone until 4:30 am.

My memory this morning is of two dreams. One is very long and transitions into the second one, but it is vague. I am surrounded by a group of hundreds of people. I don’t know what we are doing together.

The second dream is fairly vivid. I am with a smaller group of people and we are being trained to do a therapeutic kind of exercise, always lying on the ground, a little bit like yoga and meditation combined. We have made it through many elements of the practice and are at the final process. I walk behind my tall dream guide as he describes the ending movements to me. I think his first description is of healing the shoulder and neck area of the body (we must have started with our feet). Then he holds a metaphysical wand that has an oval at the top. The supernatural oval is in front of his face. He tells me, perhaps telepathically, that the concluding posture treats the brain. This excites me, and I say, “that is exactly what I need.” His reply is that all of us require mending for our minds.

I lie down on the floor to complete the last yoga/meditation. Twenty more minutes. I am facing my right, with my right leg at about a 30-degree angle. Suddenly I feel someone lying against my left side. I turn to see a small, thin Indian man, maybe Buddhist, snuggled against me, working on his poses. He is a surprise to me as we in this group are not physically attached to each other. We move at our own pace. I ask him why he is so close, touching me. He reminds me that this decision was made by us all early on, before the teaching began. Although he is slightly nervous about his responsibility.

Day notes:

Synchronicity: my tarot card today is the Tower. Yesterday I rode my bike with Cullan and my grandkids downtown to go to the top of the Foshay Tower (the 30th floor). Such a historically beautiful building. We had lunch at The Keys, which is where we ate after my wedding with Chris in 2009.

I have been asking for my dream guide to visit me, and to help me heal my memory. Or at least slow down the decline. Very funny that he seems to repeat what quite a few people have said: “Oh, you are fine.” I’m still going to ask him for his assistance.

The dream reminds me a little bit of acupuncture, which takes place while lying down.

“Alignment” from the oracle cards Bonnie gave me reminds me of being aligned with the man in the dream.

Tuesday, September 16: another synchronicity. I don’t know if the Indian man is Hindu, Muslim or Buddhist. BUT, my friend Suchi contacted me today. She (not he) teaches traditional Hindu dancing. She may have some freelance design projects coming up for me, which is a huge blessing. I have been thinking about finding a part-time job. Social Security just is not enough, especially since Chris was on disability for so many years My financial advisors had wanted me to wait till I am 73 (5 more years) before taking money from our 401k. But now that I have dementia, they are more open to have us take money out of the account.

Journal: Daytime Dreaming

(Saturday, September 13, 2025)

I haven’t been able to remember dreams for weeks. Snowball got me up at 1:30 this morning and didn’t let me sleep again until almost 5 am. My friend is Susan A. invited me to her dream group (she lives just a mile away) but I wonder if I will have any dreams by then (October 6).

I went on my e-bike yesterday to Lakewood Cemetery, a bit like a waking dream. I was trying to find the Humphrey and Mondale memorials but could not. I took photos of the giant Fridley memorial (the town where I grew up) and Rudy Luther’s memorial.

Lovely garden sculpture of a harp. I saw one memorial with the name “Ireland.”

Journal: Jeanne C. Recurring Dreams

(Wednesday, September 3, 2025)

I had a lovely lunch with my friend Jeanne C. today. She is a brilliant writer and artist, with degrees from MCAD and Hamline. Her kitchen is always full of books. She is writing a memoir of her passed husband Jim. At Gigi’s restaurant she told me about her recent recurring “hippie” dreams. She is living with people at least a decade younger than she, in a sixties-style commune. I think of Canadian dreamer Toko-pa Turner, who grew up in a commune. Jeanne thinks these dreams are about the collapse in the economy and the need for dramatic changes. People living together, not on social media, not in denial of human reality.

The Dreamsters Union