Category: Denise

(Wednesday, January 3, 2018) moon waning gibbous Leo / tarot queen of cups reversed

The dreams keep coming! This one is lucid in its sensual, visual aspect. The level of detail feels infinite. Layers and layers of images, colors, textures. It mirrors my recent manor house dream in several ways.

My husband (who, as in the manor house dream, is not present) and I have purchased a house. This one is south of Hastings. Minnesota? Britain? I enter the side door with my grown daughter. Immediately I am reminded of a house that has recurred in my dreams over many years. I call it my Osseo house. Osseo (waaseyaa) is Ojibwe for “there is light” or “son of the evening star.” But this is not my Osseo house, this is my Hastings house. I think Osseo enters my consciousness because both houses contain karmic, past life information.

My daughter and I inspect a few rooms. It is not a huge house, not a manor house, but it is packed with furniture from several generations. I open a wooden cabinet in the kitchen and a stratum of wallpaper and sculptural decorations are revealed. Fascinating, amusing to us both. Archeology.

My attention shifts to concern for my daughter’s comfort and well-being. She is searching for her own place to live, so I convince her to stay awhile with us. I offer her full use of the lower level, and she accepts. We head down the stairs.

At the bottom of the stairs we enter a cozy room lit by a blazing hearth. I am struck by the lovely design of the fireplace. And then I am shocked to discover that a grim, dark-haired woman and her four small children are camping in sleeping bags and on rollaway beds in front of the fire. I don’t know if she is a granddaughter of the passed-away former owners, or if she is just a squatter. She has no intention of leaving. I sense the ferocity of her nature and I do not equate it with maternal protection. I am afraid she will harm my daughter. I clasp my hands around the woman’s neck and insist that she and her children leave immediately. I don’t dangerously squeeze her throat or shake her violently, but she gets the message. She departs with her offspring.

When I awake from the dream I am confused by my callous treatment of this homeless family. In waking life I connect their dark energy with pain and suffering. But in the dream I am satisfied that they are gone. My daughter and I continue to explore the basement.

Next to the fireplace are three floor-to-ceiling windows like those in my manor house dream. I look out and see several campfires burning on the lawn. People are relaxing in outdoor lounge chairs. Some kind of community celebration is underway, and this makes me happy.

I hear my daughter call with excitement from a bathroom in a far corner of the basement. It is a room like no other I have ever seen. Simple. The bath and shower have chrome spigots but no sliding doors or curtains. Open. The floor-to-ceiling tile is shimmering glass and the grout or mortar is made of sparkling gemstones. No cabinets. No towel racks. No visible toilet, maybe just an opening in the floor. The space has almost an alien, angelic atmosphere. Purifying. Starlike.

I leave her to enjoy her healing water source. I search for a workroom because I know my husband will want such a refuge for himself, and I find one in another corner of the basement. The ceiling is low, as if the room has been tucked beneath heat ducts and plumbing. The far wall has a row of painted wooden cabinets along the floor, and the cabinet tops are piled with hundreds of books and scientific papers on physics and UFOs. I understand that the creator of this hideaway was indeed a physicist: the books are very worn and full of handwritten margin notes. The titles are all obscure. I quietly soak in the residual wisdom of this amazing environment. My heart is gently activated.

Then I turn toward the hallway outside of the shop. The narrow corridor is lined with classic Danish style desks made of a wide variety of woods. The grains of the woods are deeply worn. With pleasure I softly caress the ribbed surfaces with my fingers. It’s like having access to the age rings of trees. In fact, mature wood panels cover the walls everywhere in sight. My eyes feast on the color and patterns of the myriad genetics of wood.

(Monday, New Year’s Day, 2018) super moon Cancer / tarot Lovers

If this dream is an omen for the coming year, it is hard to decipher. Yesterday’s dream was more clear. The number one lucky hatsuyume dream for the Japanese is about Mount Fuji. This dream does have a mountain:

I stand close to the top of a steep brown peak that rises at the edge of the ocean. The atmosphere is the grey void. Two rows of humans bob up out of the sea and climb the crag, side-by-side. I find it miraculous that they are able to ascend the wet clay soil of the mountain.

At the midpoint of the elevation the people enter two tunnels which guide them higher, to the inside of two square, brown adobe structures. The adobe rooms are connected internally by an open doorway, and each room also has a portal to the outside world. I wait at this opening of the building on the left, escorting people out who have finished their vertical pilgrimage.

Unexpectedly, I receive an oral alert from the nearby pine forest. It is my turn to enter the adobes.

I assume that the interior space will have a sacred, oracular environment like Delphi, but above ground, not below ground. There is a warm, orange hearth burning, and a simple wooden table, probably made of oak. On the earthen floor, next to the table, lays a huge chocolate cake, the exact size of the tabletop. I think this is surprising and funny. It’s a giant, moist fudge brownie. Some people have scooped out tiny bits to eat but others have jumped into the middle of the cake, as if crushing grapes with their feet or playing in the mud with their galoshes.

Day notes:

Brown: earthiness, worldliness, physical comfort, roots, excrement. The clay I work with is red-brown. A brownie is a household elf, a sprite or hobgoblin. Fudge: an instance of faking or ambiguity.

Tunnel: birth, entrance to the unconscious, our deeper selves. These remind me of the two energy channels Buddhists describe that follow the spinal column, one yin, one yang.

Mountain: attainments achieved by facing the difficulties of life; ascent is associated with purification or refinement.

Hearth: nuturance, security, gathering, contemplation, our sacred muse.

Cake: sweetness, love, high-energy food, “have your cake and eat it too,” “that takes the cake.”

Two: balance, yin & yang, service, soul purpose.

Table: awareness of options, social unity, “off the table: no more discussions, let it go!”

(Sunday, December 31, 2017) full moon Gemini / tarot maiden of cups reversed

The exact full moon tomorrow, New Year’s Day, is a super moon, the largest moon of 2018. Indigenous people call the January full moon “Wolf Moon.”

I dream I am a vibrant, social woman in my early forties. I have just moved into a large new house with my family. My husband is healthy, wealthy and wise. Our home is filled with extended family and friends. The environment is chaotic but joyful. (Because of the energetic activity level, details of this dream are too complex to recall completely.)

Black Wolf Romeo sits quietly in a corner of the living room. He is our pet, a family member. He has the deep serenity and calm of a giant Newfoundland. His soft fur shimmers like satin. He is beautiful and loving, a highly spiritual presence.

I head to the basement on a short errand. The lower level is the children’s play area. Dozens of them run about, giggling at each other, barely noticing me. I see how pleasant this place is for them. It has floor-to-ceiling windows with a view of green, rolling hills. The shape of the house is not rectangular, so the big windows angle against each other in an interesting, creative formation.

I go back to the main level. I notice that Black Wolf Romeo has left a thin stream of urine on the floor, thickened with clay dust or sand. At first I am irritated that my sister Jamie, who is in a room at a far-off part of the house, did not let Romeo outside to do his business. Quickly I realize that I am being unfair to Jamie, and I also remember that Romeo is wild. He is not domesticated. He has never been paper trained!

I relax and continue a conversation I have been having with a young woman visitor. We have attended several parties together, but still do not know each other very well. I want to send out invitations to a house-naming party. I want to give my home a title, in the style of old English manor houses, and even as in the small thatched roof cottages of Compton Dundon, the village near Glastonbury. She is resistant. She doesn’t like the name I have chosen, which includes the word “leap.” I think of “ten lords a-leaping, nine ladies dancing” and explain to her that the house was purchased in a leap year (2016?).

Day notes:

When I awoke from this dream I wondered if it was a vision of my leap into a next incarnation. The woman was blessed in every possible way, not my experience in this lifetime. The presence of Romeo made me profoundly grateful within the dream itself. He was animal wisdom and perfection. Unconditional love.

Tuesday, July 30, 2024: We did buy our new house on Rustic Lodge in the spring of 2020, a leap year.