Author: Denise

(Monday, July 29, 2024)

I met with Victoria’s group on Sunday. It is becoming a very inspiring experience. I have missed being able to do dreamwork more often. I think I will work with her twice a month and that will give me access to dream groups once every week.

It is a very different experience than The Dreamsters. It is global, and many members are Jewish. A new member is originally from Belgium but now lives in Israel. One dreamer, who just translated Victoria’s new book, lives in Mexico City. They are all highly skillful, in particular Cindy. I call her the Queen of Synchronicity.

We are having a discussion next week with The Dreamsters about whether we can include politics when we chat on Zoom. Victoria’s circle talks about politics every time, and they feel like the right conversations. So far, we at the circle all seem to be on the same page.

Day notes:

I am getting serious about writing a book and have been spending time looking at my dreams for clues. This one from 2017 (Writer Friends) seems potentially prescient, especially since I have officially joined Victorias’ Dream Circle and Victoria finally published the book she has been working on for seven years:

“A visually simple dream that takes place in a near-void. Grey and dim. No walls or ceilings or floors. A woman sits at the center of a white table. She is a writer, masterfully guiding a dream workshop. She must be Victoria, but she doesn’t look like Victoria. Her hair is lighter in color, silvery-brown. She wears less jewelry than Victoria’s decorative Santa Fe style. I sit at the far end of the white table, which reminds me of the table at Susan’s workshop in Virginia Beach that Bonnie and I attended. Next to me is a young woman poet, a gifted, professional writer. She sits very close, nearly embracing me, and quietly, lovingly describes my poetic genius.”

The table I work on every day with my computer is an oval white table. The table I use for clay work is also white.

(Saturday, July 27, 2024)

After six vaccines and the official end of the pandemic, I did not expect to get covid. But I have it, and it is on a steep rise in Minnesota.

My cough is gone yet it is hard to breathe, which I connect with my father’s lung issues that send him to the ER at least once a month. I don’t need to see a doctor, but I am sad from five days of isolation. I had to order groceries online today for the first time since 2022. I also had to order another box of antigen tests from UCare (free). At least I am alive, recovering.

The day I first tested positive my daily tarot card was the Tower. The next day it was Death. Today it was the Empress, which cheers me up considerably, even though I tested positive again today. This time the positive line was much lighter than the quick, dark line on my first test, so the virus must be in decline.

I am meeting with Victoria’s Dream Circle tomorrow. Her new book arrived yesterday. I have been thinking about making my own book since Cullan asked me if I would write one when I retired. In my twenties I worked on a children’s book but never finished it. I have created books out of clay in the last few years. I don’t know what direction this will go, if any, but I will ask my dream guides about it. This makes me think about poet Emerson.

(Sunday, July 7, 2024) waxing crescent moon Leo / tarot three of wands

A dream I have had before, but the emotions are extremely cheerful. I feel it in my heart.

I am working in a very large old building. I putz. Each chore is small and completed with perfection. As the projects continue, add up, the visual age of the structure begins to decline. Focused painting and decorating makes spaces become pleasant, even beautiful. I don’t need to spend money: I find free bits and pieces that add charm. People kindly donate furniture and knick knacks.

Along the edge of one expansive space I see Cullan and Hillary’s work desks. I consider adding my white art studio tables along the next wall, but decide to add house plants instead. An interior garden.

Day notes:

I wonder if Cullan and Hillary’s work desks mean that we will share a home someday. I got to babysit the kiddos on Saturday evening.

Today I painted the first floor bedroom ceiling. I thought it would be done in two hours but it took five. I am twenty years older than the last time I painted a ceiling, and this one is a foot taller than my other house. I was hot and exhausted!

Does this dream have health aspects? I am working at understanding mental health, cognitive decline. Changing my diet a bit (“Mind Diet”), using Brain HQ online, adding supplements a few famous doctors recommend for brain health, periodically watching videos about neurology, more. When I first started BrainHQ my scores were around 45% and now they are at 70%. I’ll keep going.