Journal: Edie’s Story Begins

(My 68th birthday: Sunday, April 27, 2025)

I have been very sick with a bad cold since last Tuesday. I would have been done painting my beautiful oak door by now, but once I finish painting (this week), it is time to begin my story project. I was resting in bed for a bit today, after some busy time with the grandkids. The story I will write clearly popped into my head, beginning with elements/inspirations from my Edie the Herbalist dream from 2012. I grabbed Elliot Adam’s “Fearless Tarot” from the library and did a past-present-future reading about writing Edie’s story. Past: four of pentacles, present: three of pentacles, future: The Sun. From my perspective, a very accurate reading. I am going to continue to ask my dream guides for help. Every night.

Journal: The Dreamsters Union’s Inspiring Meeting

(Tuesday, April 22, 2025)

Last night I met with Bonnie, Jeanne, Peter and Patrick. I was the dreamer and Bonnie was my guide. I shared a dream from April 18, “My Transitional Space.” We decided to work with the dream by having the group ask me questions and then have each of us write a response based on different symbols (Pat: empty house, Bonnie: windows, Peter: stairs, Jeanne: red brick house, Denise: my back).

Introvert that I am, Bonnie often asks me what new ideas I have about my dream after our work together, and I always say I am still percolating. This morning I have had insights I did not expect.

Both Bonnie and Pat interpreted the sculptural plaster as art, a reminder of all the work with clay I have done in the past. Peter responded to the phrase “top story” (which is why he worked on the stairs symbol). Now I understand that this dream is an answer to a question I have been asking my dream guides (based on my 2025 Resolution): “what stories will I write?” I have been planning for a renovation in my life, moving from sculpture to storytelling. I’ve reorganized my basement studio for writing instead of for clay. My empty dream castle is in very early transition from art to writing. The stairs lead me up to many stories. Even the wall “paper” is a symbol of writing, journaling. Perhaps the old English house is a clue to fairy tales. Because at the very end of the dream I am an observer of my back, it confirms that this is a reply from my spirit guides (who often “have my back”). The smooth, healthy back reminds me, too, of the back cover of a book. Done and done.

Sleep Paralysis: Covered Breath And Helping Chris Move

(Wednesday, April 16, 2025)

A dream of sleep paralysis: I am lying on my back with the comforter covering my mouth. I feel it is hard to breathe. I don’t realize I can just breathe out of my nose.

I can flip my head back and forth but I cannot move my body. I turn to Chris and ask him to touch me, to help me be able to move. But he doesn’t hear me, he is asleep.

In another part of the dream he is lying on his stomach under the bed. Sideways. He asks me to turn on the light, and then turn it back off. He cannot move. I push toward him some kind of electrical tool that is inside of one of my shoes. That is the cure.