Category: Denise

(Thursday, September 24, 2026) waxing gibbous moon Pisces

I was sleeping on our blue velvet couch because Chris was snoring earlier in the evening. Around 4 this morning I have a highly lucid dream, maybe the most I have ever had. I “dream” of lying on the living room couch, on my back. It is my waking Rustic Lodge house, but with a completely different sensation, a different dimension. Lights are flashing to my right, near the kitchen. White Snowball is moving around above me on the couch, but he feels like a spirit, not a mammal. Nor I do not feel exactly human.

Day notes:

I am using my transcranial Direct Current Stimulation device at the moment. Dr. Lundstrom upped my voltage from 40 to 80. I can see light shimmering at the top of my right eye. In the dream the flashing lights were on my right side.

(Tuesday, September 22, 2026) equinox

Yesterday was a horrible day in waking life but I had a good dream. It takes place in the biggest grocery store with the highest ceiling I have ever seen. As I move from shelf to shelf to find different veggies and food, wide, thin pieces of handwritten paper show up. They are the shape of a snake or a ribbon. The writing may have been poems or positive statements/information. The grocery store workers-bees are the writers. I can see them in the dream, the workers are not a mystery. They are highly skilled, inspiring.

Day notes:

Yesterday Cullan had made an adjustment to the garage door opener. I was unable to use the clicker we have had for years, and mentioned my frustration to Chris. He blew up. He said it is my fault he lost his driver’s license after his November seizure, which is completely false (HCMC gave us the legal paperwork in the ICU). Chris said he had wanted to leave me years ago because he hates my son. He wants to leave this house now and get a divorce. When Cullan got home from work, he did a quick fix and the clicker works fine.

After exploding, Chris walked down the basement stairs to drive his truck out of the garage. But he came back up the stairs right away and I have never heard his breathing as loud and rapid as it was. Failing to breathe.

I am still not speaking to Chris today.

September 23: I have a positive experience with my speech therapist. After reviewing the ten weeks we have spent working together, she says I am doing so well I do not need speech therapy. I feel like the paperwork in the dream are precognitive.

(Friday, September 18, 2026)

Yesterday I was working to find new hinges for the old hopper basement windows I am painting. I tried Grainger Industrial Supply in Bloomington. They sent me up to New Hope, to Twin City Hardware. Twin City told me to go to Alco Service and Supply in Minnetonka. Alco is just off of K-Tel and Shady Oak, said the rep.

At Alco I met with a friendly employee who had exactly the hinges I needed. We chatted a bit and he said he used to live in Tangletown, on 48th and Harriet, three blocks away from my Rustic Lodge house. As I was driving away, toward Excelsior Boulevard, I saw Shady Oak. I had forgotten that Twin City mentioned the street Bonnie often dreams about. Her childhood home was along Shady Oak. So I thought a lot about Bonnie. And she called me five minutes later!

Lovely to have a waking synchronicity with Bonnie AND to meet with Kelsi in a recent dream.