Category: Denise

(Saturday, April 29, 2023) waxing gibbous moon Leo / tarot nine of pentacles

Chris drives me to a large shopping center. I enter on my own and head to a spot where architects are selling small plastic house models that represent actual prefabricated homes. Quite a few years ago, small modular homes were introduced (I saw one made in Minneapolis at the Walker Art Center) but now they seem out of style. Locus Architects on Nicollet used to sell them. At one point I thought about having one placed on a country lot, a prairie yard.

In the dream I decide to buy one. No one else does. I interact with a female, Asian architect. I’m wearing a simple, yellow, cardboard mask whose eyes have straight, un-round bases, perhaps Asian or Indigenous. I tell her the mask is protection for my eyes, which makes no sense, as my eyes are red and tearing through the open-eye slits in the mask. I give her $2,400 or $240,000 (unsure of the numbers other than 24) and she hands me the toy model.

I walk away and meet Linda, an old friend from Wayzata I haven’t seen in years. She asks me about Chris and I bluntly express the frustration I have living with him. A negative emotion on my part that I’m sure would disappoint and surprise Linda, although she had two marriages that failed.

I head outside, looking for Chris to drive by the frontal road and pick me up. Cars and cars pass rapidly by and I never see him. I give up waiting for Chris and dash across the street. It’s dangerous, but I make it to the grassy land on the other side of the road.

I meet with a distant relative who is open to giving me access to a few acres in his large, ancestral prairie property. It seems like a very good plan for me and my beautiful new house.

Day notes:

I often wear an eye mask at night or early morning to help me to sleep past dawn. I was wearing it during this dream.

Prescience (May 1):

On Beltane my friend Bean and I walked down Nicollet for a brunch at Wise Acre restaurant. We passed by a Lustron house that is for sale at 5050 Nicollet (50 + 50 = 100, my current address). Lustron homes (prefabricated enameled steel) were modular homes created post WWII by an architect from Chicago. Chris’ dad was an architect from Chicago and he loved Lustron homes. I was very tempted by this house and looked at the MLS listing online. It is beautiful inside and a reasonable price.

Bean reminds me of my old friend Linda. I walk with Bean and I used to walk with Linda. I met them each at two former employers. Their personalities are quite similar: a little bossy and vain but also very compassionate. I don’t know why I would dream of Linda instead of Bean when there are obvious precognitive elements of the dream.

The fast, busy traffic in the dream reminds me of Nicollet, a major city street.

I have actually been more peaceful with Chris recently because I think he has the beginnings of dementia, which Bean and I have been discussing. Some of my stress after losing my job is winding down, too. I feel more relaxed.

(Friday, April 28, 2023) first quarter moon Leo / tarot Strength

Since my birth time is 9:13 am, April 27, and this dream was very early in the morning, I categorize this as a birthday dream.

I’ve lost elements to this dream, but the primary view and sensation is my two legs lying in the grass with my feet connecting to Mother Earth. Literally, I am grounded. That message was loud and clear.

Day notes:

Cullan took me out to lunch for my birthday to a restaurant (Reverie) a couple of blocks from where I lived in my early 20s, near Powderhorn Park. Now that area is full of artists. Cullan calls it “hippie town.” Most of the buildings are painted with murals, inside and outside. Lots of street sculptures too. Beautiful. Later in the day we went to a restaurant (Lowbrow) on Nicollet with Hillary, Wyn and Oona.

Even though today I pitched a clay piece I have been working on for three weeks (Raven Woman), I feel this dream tells me I am connected to soil/clay/earth. Keep going, don’t give up.

(Saturday, April 15, 2023) waning crescent moon Aquarius / tarot Hanged Man

My sister Jo is with me in this dream. She is a year younger than I am. She retired last year, a year earlier than my forced retirement in January.

The atmosphere of the dream is dark, nighttime. We wander around together, in and out of bland buildings. Perhaps they are office buildings that deservingly lack my attention.

I cry early on in the dream, my guess is from losing my old job. When my tears are done shedding, Jo and I walk together for quite a long time. We reach a large building and are joined by a young boy child, nearly infant age. A toddler. We find him in a room that mirrors our childhood bedroom. He has been expecting us.

I know it is time to focus on the new child. Jo is very attentive and grateful for his presence, but I begin to weep again. This time I feel deep sorrow in my heart that there is no appreciation for the creativity of my former professional work of 45 years. Jo is a bit impatient with me. I understand her mild frustration, and I will let go of my sadness. I will move on.

Day notes:

I saw a photo posted on LinkedIn yesterday from a former coworker in Europe. It showed a table full of printed samples of literature I had created over the years: catalogs, brochures, flyers. That made me very sad. Management decided that anyone could replace my design skills, which absolutely is not true.

I was envious that Jo had the financial ability to retire at 64. But I met with my financial advisor this week and she said I can retire now if I am ready. That was a huge relief. I now feel less stress and pressure to find a job. Jo must be envious that I received a large severance check because it angered her that her department of over 30 years was eliminated shortly after she retired. She would have been given a large severance check too. Jo had to pay $1,500 a month in COBRA for healthcare, but I was lucky to get Medicare.

The Hanged Man tarot card expresses this dream very clearly.