Author: Denise

(Thursday, April 3, 2025) waxing crescent moon Gemini / tarot High Priestess

A very lucid dream with strong physical sensations. I am standing at the back of my Rustic Lodge house, in the three-season porch, wishing to find my soul mate. I decide to fly out into the universe. I fly through walls and closed windows and that makes me understand the dream is lucid. I feel the physical reality of the 3D elements I am flying through, but I must be in a different dimension, because nothing impedes me.

I fly towards the sky and the upper atmosphere of our planet. Outer space. I am focused on my search for my soul mate, nothing else. But very soon I feel I am complete, a full being. So I return to my home.

A female neighbor is outside, in the backyard connected to mine. I can tell it is decades in the past, because there are no garages, no fences. She chats with me like we are both adults, but I point out to her that she appears to be a child. She is resting on a swing-set.

Day notes:

The sensation of physical reality passing through my spirit is the most emotional part. In the dream I feel my soulmate within me, and realize I have no need to continue searching.

(Wednesday, April 2, 2025) waxing crescent moon Gemini / tarot Strength

I have a long dream about staying at my Schneider cousins’ house where the bathrooms are falling apart, although I am still able to take an unpleasant shower. That seems to be about my family’s sufferings today. My father is in the ER with hypotension. My mother is finally coming home from rehab at noon, then going to an appointment with an orthopedic surgeon an hour later. My Schneider cousins lost both of their parents years ago. I can’t remember details about a clock element in the early part of the dream. Time is up?

The dream continues to the outdoors. Now I am in my yard, and there is a large igloo-shaped garden made of black soil. A small wooden fence circles around the bottom of the igloo. A few friends are with me and we walk to the top of the half-sphere. It is spring and the plants have not germinated yet. A few old leaves are entwined with stakes. I look at the surface of the soil but don’t see my strawberry runners. No living plants. Something has interfered, perhaps a heavy level of dirt was added or the plants were pulled. I will wait till the weather warms up and replant my garden if needed. The dream ends before I see if the door of the igloo is open or shut. The garden feels like a sculpture made of Mother Earth.

Day notes:

A steep but small hill along my driveway suffered last year. I seeded it over and over again. The bunnies and squirrels dig into the soil and tear up the grass. I would be fine with replacing the grass with black-eyed Susans or coneflowers or another native plant.

An igloo that survives winter. What does that mean?

Just found out my father (with COPD and severe lung issues) is in the hospital with covid. We all thought my mother had it but she refused to be tested and the senior nurse said she didn’t need to be tested. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

(Monday, March 31, 2025)

I have only a vague, physical memory of a detailed dream (most of which has vanished). I stand next to a few tall people: one is a woman with long, blonde hair. We all, including me, have erect, tall spines. I sense and see the strength of our backs. I guess this element of the dream is about personal power. My tall, thin dream guides often “have my back.”

Day notes:

Yesterday I spent time going through some of my dreams that might inspire the fairy tales and myths I want to start writing. I also grabbed Jung’s Red Book from my bookcase to begin reading it. I bought a quirky and inspiring book for Oona called “Little Witch Hazel: A Year In The Forest” and I am going to buy it for myself because it too may help me with my writing projects. My Edie dreams remind me of Little Witch Hazel.

The power of the spine reminds me of Bonnie’s snake dreams (Chinese Year of the Snake). Kundalini. Magic wand.

I had a long, wonderful conversation with Denisea today. But when Travis came over to give me an estimate for skim coating the entryway, I had trouble remembering a few critical words, so I confessed to him about my semantic dementia.