Author: Denise

Today is the first day since my “forced retirement” that I am spending the full day in my art studio. I printed my dreams from November through February, following Victoria’s lead to go back and review them. Find the premonitions, and more.

At least three of the dreams predict losing my job (January 3). The title of the Winter Solstice dream feels profound: Old Work Complete, New Work Underway. In the dream A Holy Gift I Would Never Expect, a spirit guide is providing me with a new house. The dream Polished, Shining Wood and Heavy, White Snow is about leaving my ancestral home: “I am ready to move on, because I have a new house, but a snow cyclone is coming.” Indeed, I have felt like the last two months have been full of chaos, illness and sorrow. Plus record snowfalls in Minnesota. Perhaps spring is when my healing and creativity really begins.

I have been asking for dreams to guide me back into the artistic process, but I thought I hadn’t received anything with much clarity. Reviewing these dreams helps with that focus too. I’ve wondered if clay was the right move, since I have not been able to afford to install my kiln in our Rustic Lodge (Spirit Lodge) house. I heard a voice in a dream a few months ago that said, “I don’t work in clay anymore.” I thought perhaps I should try multimedia, like the blackbird book I created last year.

Yet, I have had two dreams about clay and my kiln. A Magical, Gender-Free Being Rests Inside My Kiln is very clear. I open my kiln, even though it is outdoors and not inside my studio (unplugged). The little white magician inside the kiln is there for fun and inspiration. Gender-free, without attention to animus or anima. No obsessions with adult worries. I have made books out of clay, so the small, white books could either be pieces of sculpture or traditional paper books. In Old Work Complete, New Work Underway there are two ceramic heads, each attached to round majolica-style plates, mounted on a wall with a window between them. I am considering creating “masks” that mount on walls.

I am also often dreaming of bricks, which are made from clay. I think of Adding An Upper Level To A Brick Building and A Deep Purple And Ultramarine-Blue Cave. Old Work Complete, New Work Underway has floors made of bricks and stones.

Last night Patrick shared a dream that had an oval-shaped black stone. It reminded me of the slow consciousness of rocks (because they are billions of years old). Today I am working quietly, poking along. Eliminating rush opens the creative mind. We are all billions of years old.

The color white is part of dream after dream after dream. Most of my red-clay sculptures are finished in black, but I feel that I am being messaged to switch from black to white underglaze.

I have had two lover-soulmate dreams, which are very unusual for me: Lucid Dream-Within-A-Dream and Deeply Filled With Passion. I guess Jung would like those, although Chris and I argued today.

Children, probably my grandchildren, appear in quite a few dreams. Retirement allows me to spend more time with them, a blessing. Years ago a psychic told me I would create a children’s book, but that doesn’t feel like my strength.

This was a long dream from nearly a week ago that I did not write down (sick with the flu) but the strange being at the end of it has stuck with me.

I’m in a busy kitchen full of people. I create a dish for all to eat but I have been asked to cook a turkey, too. I can’t find my favorite cookbook, so I wander around, looking for it.

I notice a narrow door that opens to the outside. My large ceramic kiln is just beyond this door. The kiln also has a door (on the side, not on the top). I open the kiln door and look inside. The top of the kiln is open, unsealed, filling the interior with light.

There is a narrow, round shelf inside the kiln that is stacked with thick, white, toddler-sized square books. Surprising! Under the shelf I see a small, bright-white being, dressed in white, with no hair. Bald. The being perks up from under the shelf and greets me. I have never seen a being like this before. He/she feels like the combination of a cheerful, friendly alien and a tiny, energetic magician. A jester-child from another dimension.

Day notes:

The connection to the jester felt very lucid. Real.

Kiln: commitment, transformation and creativity; turning up the heat, raising the stakes and intensity of commitment to transform creative ideas into manifestation. Fired up. My tarot reading with Marlene said to focus on my art. Maybe books are a part of the process? Journaling?

(Wednesday, February 22, 2023, blizzard coming) waxing crescent moon Aries / tarot Tower

I dream of a rectangular brick building with a flat roof. A few people, men and women, are hanging about. It seems like a comfortable workspace.

I want transformation. I want a new level added that includes bedrooms and spaces for relaxation. But that feels impossible to me. How do you add an upper story to a structure made of bricks, stone?

I move down to the lower level, the underground. There is no floor, only black earth. I see a thick power cable that connects to the next floor. I follow the cable to the ground floor, and then to a new story that is under construction. A dark-haired master carpenter is creating the upper floor from wood. He is a pleasant and happy worker, tall and middle-aged.

I decide to head outside to take a look at the second story. It is sturdy and well-made. I assume that the addition of bricks will follow soon. That will require a master of brick and mortar.

Day notes:

Maybe all of the hard work I have been doing after losing my job is winding down. Medicare and UCare (for me and Chris) are completed (including the personal portals), taxes are completed. Paperwork. Maybe now I can relax, work in my clay studio and make some red “bricks.” A new story under construction.

Wood is the fifth China element: spring.

Rectangle symbolizes stability, balance, and structure. It can also represent security and grounding, often seen as a symbol of the physical world or material things.

A Jungian interpretation of floors: top floor is personal narrative, ground floor is the family we are born into, “cave” is ancestral lines.