Fragments: Trinkets, Clouded Ceiling, Flower Circles

(Friday, May 16, 2025) waning gibbous moon Capricorn / tarot seven of cups / oracle Creativity, White Water Lily

Finally, after my long day with Cullan at the Mayo, I slept and slept and slept. Many dreams came up.

Fragment 1: I am in a room with someone (at my left) doing remodeling chores. I see a big wooden door on a wall that unfolds vertically. It is freshly painted, which inspires me to open it up. I crawl inside, into a room full of shelves with antique trinkets. There is one window above the shelves.

Fragment 2: I have completed numerous painting projects at our house. I look inside of Chris’ bedroom and there are round chunks of plaster on the ceiling that look like little clouds or pebbles. I tell Chris I need to fix the debris but he says everything is fine.

Fragment 3: I am in the yard next to where I grew up, the Jones’ property. In the dream, Hillary lives there, not the Jones family. I want to dig two little circles in the grass and plant the flowers I have bought for Oona. Hillary is aggressive and angry. She is not going to let me do this.

Day notes:

Mrs. Jones was not someone I ever got along with. Hillary has been enraged this week. Oona’s dance recital is on Sunday. I hope it goes OK.

The ceiling chunks in my dream of Chris’ bedroom make me think of the plaque that is considered to cause Alzheimer’s and dementia. He has memory issues like the ones his mother, aunt and uncle had at the ends of their lives. Short-term memory decline. Chris’ mother never admitted that she had dementia.

On Wednesday my next-door neighbor dug open a big circle in her front yard and planted flowers.

My Emerson dream had two white circles. I have discussed the symbolism with Cindy. My grandkids usually play at Fuller Park, where the old Margaret Fuller (friend of Emerson) elementary school was torn down.

Journal: Clairvoyant Wyn

(Sunday, May 4, 2025)

The grandkids stayed overnight. This morning we hung out while Cullan made their breakfast. Wyn grabbed my wallet and pulled out an old card from the Edina realtor who helped us buy this house. I told Wyn he could keep the red card. He called it a “ticket.” Ten minutes later I got a text from the realtor congratulating us on our fifth anniversary at Rustic Lodge. That made me smile, and Smilie is the realtor’s last name.

Big Ghost In The Tall Attic

I have been dreaming a lot but haven’t recorded all of the dreams. Yesterday I dream I am using a hand-sweep to brush dust and dirt off of the floor in a hallway in front of a door. Through the bottom of the door I see that there is more dirt inside, so I open it.

Behind the door is an old attic room with a high ceiling covering the rafters with white spackle and paint. A 3D ceiling. Antique furniture is here and there. Snowball (Cullan calls him Snowplow) runs in, meeting with another feline. A big, beefy ghost walks toward me from the back of the room. I am distracted from the ghost by a stream of shallow water flowing along the floor to the door. Chris is outside, in the hallway, and I show him the water. It evaporates immediately.

The ghost walks backwards and disappears into the wall. I feel I have met him before. I grab Snowball to take him outside, into the regular spaces in our house. His fur color has changed from pure white to a curly, baby-blue.

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