Category: Denise

(Wednesday, December 10, 2025)

A close feminine friend or family member is with me in the dream, on my left side. We travel together.

I see a big surprise at my left. We are driving up a steep hill and big, stony mountains pop up. I tell my friend we are in Colorado, although the mountains are empty of trees. They look more like the bare mountains in New Mexico or Arizona.

My goal is to arrive at a Minnesota location where I will be gifted old, square, black-and-white family photos. We get there, in the green, forestry environment of our state. I am handed the photos by someone on my right, whom I do not see. Excited, I rush through them all, but find no photos of myself, which I expected. It had been my plan to post them online. Even so, I feel the history of the imagery.

Day notes:

I have been doing ancestral work with my niece Tristann and my cousin Tom. I found one photo from Ancestry.com of my great-great grandmother Scholastica Josephine Cratte.

The photos remind me of Bonnie’s dream of the large (and small) photography shop.

From Bonnie: There are lefts and rights in the dream. To me this is a balance of feminine and masculine energy which is a good balance. There is movement from the bare mountains to the forest of Minnesota. Green-new life. Maybe you are carrying part of Scholastica in you, especially with that name and your love of words.

(Tuesday, December 9, 2025)

I realized last night when working on Bonnie’s dream (“TryingTo Find A Photography Store”) that my main focus is on words. Other dream workers in our group have vital understandings of the emotional, spiritual and functional processing of the dreamer, which is very inspiring. But words jump out to me. I guess my dream work is really about language and symbols. As having been a lover of writing for all of my life, this finally makes sense. Although it is probably not the most useful response to a dream.

From Bonnie: I love your attraction to the words of the dream. I have always thought of your insights portrayed through words as being very poetic and that it captures the “essence” of the dream.

(Tuesday, December 9, 2025)

I remember this as a long dream when I wake up, yet only this fragment is left intact.

I am with a large group of people hanging out together outdoors. A towering man is near me, at least six-and-a-half feet tall. He has dark hair and a very theatrical, eccentric personality, similar to Benedict Cumberbatch playing Sherlock Holmes. There is a highly mystical function in the dream: my body is meant to dissolve, entering “Sherlock” and then playing with the others through his entity. Sherlock’s mane keeps flying up at the back of his head, so I try to comb it down. His lack of concern for being socially tidy delays my timing to enter his being.

Day notes:

The tall man reminded me of Bonnie’s dream incubation about her son Kevin. But my son Cullan lost his very high-paying job yesterday. Multiple times this year I have incubated and asked my angelic, tall dream guide (who always has dark hair, as does my son) to heal Cullan at one of the most difficult years of his life. Sherlock could be my dream guide, or Cullan.

When my cousin Tom met Cullan at my mother’s ninetieth birthday party, he enjoyed Cullan’s eccentric personality.

From Bonnie: I wonder if the combing down of the hair is a kind of healing.