Author: Denise

(Wednesday, November 5, 2025)

The dream begins in my childhood bedroom, painted hot pink as it was back in hippie-time. But I am my current age. To entertain a few children in the room, I climb up a tall, white steel pole, up to the top, which is curved. Then I slide down. I am feeling depressed because it has been my intention (my resolution) to repaint the room and it is my belief that I have not begun. Until I notice there are multiple, curved patches of spackle already sealing cracks on the drywall: I have started the project!

The scene switches to a very large room with water spraying me from the ceiling. A shower. When I finish, I look for hooks for my breasts, strange metal bras. My breasts look young, from a teen or a twenty-something female. Michelle J. helps me dig around on some shelving to try to find two hooks that match, but all of them are slightly different. One is shorter than the other. Lots of small, odd pieces of tools are all over the shelves. This feels like a handyman storage-room.

Day notes:

My 2024 resolution was to paint my house, and I did. I painted six rooms. My 2025 resolution is to write, but it has been a stressful time and I am behind my intention. Michelle J. reminds me of writing, because she has published several books, as has my friend Suchi, both of whom I worked with at my final design job. Sadly, I have to repeat my writing resolution for 2026. Writing is a return to the devoted hours I spent in my childhood bedroom, filling notebook after notebook.

Not sure about metal hooks on healthy breasts. The heart? Shower is cleansing, of course.

The pole reminds me of the old-fashioned poles that firemen would slide down to get to their firetrucks.

(Friday, November 7, 2025)

The image of Marilyn Monroe in my recent dream is of her attached to a small, flowering tree. When I was looking at a magazine on Monday, waiting for my therapist, I saw an ad for The Museum of Russian Art (across the street) with a photo of a woman whose patterned coat matches her to a birch tree. She smiles. “Mystic Mamma” (an artist and astrologer) sent an email about the full moon in Taurus with a photo of a woman inside of an old tree. All of which remind me of the photo Bonnie took at Jill’s event in Vancouver.

(Saturday, November 1, 2025) waxing gibbous moon Pisces / tarot page of swords / oracle Vitality

I mentioned during our last dream meeting that my theme appears to have shifted. House was my main subject for over five years. Now it seems to be green grass and nature, “my true nature,” as my therapist and I believe. I certainly think about “grassroots.” It feels like that is the transformation our planet needs at this moment: remove oligarchy, provide strength and guidance from The People. That is one aspect of the new theme. It also must be about Mother Nature, the spirit of the feminine. Whenever I dream of nature, in recent dreams and very old dreams, the experience feels deeply lucid. The rich, green color fills the elemental dream world, which touches my emotions and psyche. I awake from those dreams feeling peace and joy.

I will always remember the book Bonnie recommended, “Braiding Sweetgrass” by Potawatomi professor Robin Wall Kimmerer. Her indigenous wisdom about plants and science is critical. Grass also has an ancestral aspect for me, as my Sheehan family farm was on the sand prairie, near the Mississippi River and the small town of Minneiska. Members of a Dakota tribe traveled often across the grassy land when my grandmother was young, in her twenties.

The color green is growth and the heart chakra: transformation, healing and restoration. For the Celtic, green is nature and the divine feminine. In ancient Egypt, it was rebirth and the afterlife.

Perhaps green is a clue that a trip to Ireland will be important.

For many people “grass” is about marijuana, but I do not smoke or even eat gummies. When I occasionally inhaled weed with my teenage friends, they would relax but I would hallucinate: outer space.

A few recent dreams that include grasses:

Green, Green Grass Of Home

Sweetgrass Ladder

Early Disconnection, And Later Finding A Gift

Yellow Flower Marilyn Monroe