Author: Denise

(Monday, January 29, 2024) waning gibbous moon Virgo / tarot Temperance

I am riding my bicycle for many miles along the right edge of a country road. It is very lonely. I see no cars or other bikers. No one walking in the fields. It reminds me of the Dayton River Road along the Mississippi River from Champlin to Otsego that I used to drive on my way home from work. Years ago.

After a long journey I enter a more populated place. One large warehouse has wide-open loading doors and I enter, slowly wandering through the building with my bike. I see two coworkers conversing.

I bike through a few other buildings, large retail mall spaces. Then I meet a woman, another bike rider. She heads toward a shallow bridge and I follow her. The bridge is on an ocean bay. I cannot see to the end of the bay or the ocean, so the bridge needs to expand for miles and miles. I notice that the bridge has ended just a few hundred feet from shore. The woman stops, anxiously. I realize that the bridge can be infinitely expanded by use of a particular computer app. I go ahead and update the app and watch the bridge transform into a safe place for our journey.

(Saturday, January 27, 2024) waning gibbous moon Virgo / tarot 5 of pentacles

A long dream. This is what I remember: I have items to carry out into a vehicle. I see my parents’ large SUV that is full of stuff already. Too much stuff! Their life mission includes often correcting me for my preference of the minimal. They enjoy the complicated. They think that is reality.

Then I notice a smiling, handsome man behind their vehicle, welcoming me into his smaller, simpler car. Such a relief. In fact, a blessing. Is this my new relationship? He is a kind and wise human being. Is this what I deserve? I hope so!

(Friday, January 26, 2024) full moon Leo / tarot two of pentacles

In the middle of the night I dream about tidying a house that feels like my childhood home. Day-to-day chores, nothing inspiring. At the end of the dream I have the sense of my father passing, being on the other side.

I wake up and focus on the dream so I can record it later in the day, but then I fall back to sleep. I dream about the dream. The house feels neglected and overly simple: not enough pleasant furniture or decor. Fortunately, my memory is strongly connected to the other house that I have been dreaming about for years, the communal home full of beautiful things. It’s still my house. I decide to bring some furniture back from the communal house to the unadorned family house.

In this dream, I am in my Rustic Lodge bedroom, contemplating the decoration options. The dreams have shifted from the Fridley house to my Tangletown house. I head down the steep stairs to begin my journey to the communal, unlimited house, but I feel very dizzy. I’m afraid to walk down what Cullan calls “the death stairs.”

I re-enter the bedroom and decide to leave the physical realm. I decide to “enter the unconscious.” Suddenly my body is gone. I am part of colorful, rhythmic waves. I feel the very powerful energy. My spirit is flowing, expanding throughout this eternal, cosmic motion.

I am grateful I can make an easy transition from the physical realm to the magical realm. A lucid dream, right? But I worry: can I return to my physical body? It takes quite a while, hard work, but I make it back to my body and my bedroom. My physical being feels unloved, and is bossing around two little baby girls I create from the void. I realize I need to let them be. Perhaps I did not spend enough time in the void. Allow it to transform my mindset.

Day notes:

I have been very dizzy today, even after my three mile walk.