Category: Denise

(Friday, June 24, 2016) moon: waning gibbous Aquarius / tarot: three of swords

I am in the basement level of a house Chris and I have just purchased. Like our Wayzata house, very little of the lower level is underground.

When the dream opens, I am finishing up painting a large room in the basement. The walls are rock, not concrete, so I am aware that the house is old. The paint I have used on the walls has a very glossy sheen, like a glazed pot. Through the fire! The color is an earthy gold mid-tone with an olive green cast to it. Very unusual color. I have dreamt of this hard, shiny surface several times before: once it was dark turquoise, in another dream it was dark red.

I am quite fatigued. The room has not been attended to for a very long time. I am afraid of all the work that will be needed for the upper story of the house.

So, reluctantly, I exit the basement into the outdoors, past the pond in the backyard. Turning right, I climb up a mild slope to the front door of the house.

At this point in the dream I start to sense that I am leaving sleep, rising into an awakening level of consciousness. And I am overjoyed. Through half-closed eyes I receive a rapid overview of the entire house, which is in perfect, beautiful condition. Stone and porcelain tile floors have just been installed. Every room glows with fresh paint and fine furnishings. I feel such great relief. I can relax. I can enjoy.

Day notes:

I have just begun 11 days of staycation. Bonnie and Peter are in Rolduc for the dream conference, but I am kicked-back, watching dozens of dragonflies circle above the grass in my backyard. 

I got a replacement quote from Andersen for the upstairs windows and have been mulling it over. Expensive! But maybe the dream says “go for it.”

Saturday: I received an email from the Jung Platform. Robert Bosnak is doing a webinar based on James Hillman’s “Alchemical Psychology.” He is covering the chapters on Yellow and Stone. I dream often of stones, and recently have been dreaming of the color yellow. I may need to buy that book!

07/15/2023: Of course this is a prescient dream about our Rustic Lodge house with a limestone basement. Chris and I would love to paint and repair the basement, but it will probably be too expensive. We talk about our “dungeon.”

(Saturday, June 18, 2016) full moon Sagittarius / tarot: Devil reversed

I had a night full of dreams after my Tanya dream. The most memorable was a conversation with another woman about Alzheimers. The details of the discussion have faded. I don’t know who the woman was, but I think she was an advisor.

Over the last few weeks I have been experiencing a bit of memory fog. My ability to recall names is noticeably diminished. I happened to get an email invite to sign up for a free Alzheimers webinar series yesterday, and so I did. Having witnessed the slow, hard decline of my mother-in-law, the disease of dementia is always at the back of my mind.

The webinar is called the Alzheimers and Dementia Summit. It hasn’t begun yet, but they sent a few introductory podcasts today. I listened to the first one by Christopher Shade, PhD. It really rattled me. I am scheduled to begin working with my new holistic dentist to remove the mercury amalgams from my teeth, and Dr. Shade had much information to share about amalgams. He talked about studies that he feels correlate mercury and other toxic metal poisoning with Alzheimers. Part of me had been questioning why I will be spending so much time and money with this new dentist. But Dr. Shade’s podcast made me feel like I am doing the right thing. I think my dream confirms this as well.

Only after I had the dream of the beautiful tomato vines did I do any research on lycopene. I discovered it is highly beneficial to bones and to brain health. It is like a cell gatekeeper, impeding the entry of toxic substances into cell membranes.

(Friday, June 17, 2016) waxing gibbous moon Sagittarius / tarot: two of swords reversed

I fell asleep listening to a long binaural beats meditation on Insight Timer and woke up at 11:30 pm with a vivid little dream:

I am with a young dark-haired woman. We have just returned to her small house. It is exactly the size of Cullan and Alea’s house, and slightly elevated from the ground in the same way. Must climb a short set of concrete stairs to get inside.

We enter the house and immediately she is on the hunt for an intruder. “This is not the same number of lights I left off in the house,” she says. I laugh. There are no lights on in the house at all, they are all off. I can’t fathom what she means. I would have said, “This is not the same number of lights I left ON in the house.”

A very tall young man with lovely blonde, curly locks stands closely behind us. He smiles at the young woman with same level of amusement as mine. I wonder if he is the intruder, I think he must be. But the young woman is too busy counting lights that are NOT on to notice the young man. He is incredibly friendly and completely unthreatening. He has a presence that he wants me to perceive. Which I do. He reminds me of T’ai-Chi Rob, although he appears to be in his late twenties or early thirties.

The young man and I stand by the front door when suddenly a loud pounding begins. Bam bam bam! I look through the window of the door to see two middle-aged women holding open the storm door. One woman pounds with her fist on the wooden entry door as she talks to her friend behind her.

I open the entry door as the one woman continues to pound: she ends up pounding her fist in the air. I laugh again. I ask, “Can I help you?” But she pushes her way past me and calls out to the young woman: “Tanya!” She pronounces Tanya’s name incorrectly, with a short “a” sound instead of a short “o” sound. Which makes me laugh. This is an absurd dream, I think to myself.

Curious Tanya comes to the door. The two women have brought a gourmet dessert for her, wrapped in a colorful plastic food pouch. I point out the beautiful photo of the dessert on the pouch but Tanya has already popped several cubes of cake into her mouth. I would have questioned the women about the ingredients, the gluten content, but Tanya does not hesitate to eat the sweets. As all this happens I continue to wonder about the young blonde man and the numbering of the lights, none of which are switched on, even though dusk approaches.

Day notes:

I wake suddenly from this dream. Almost with the sensation of riding down a child’s slide and then landing abruptly on the ground. Pop! I wake and hold the dream in all its detail, hyper-aware of the process of moving from the dream environment into waking reality.

Tomorrow I am going to Cullan and Alea’s house to donate some plants from my gardens. The young woman in the dream was small and dark-haired, like Alea, but with a completely different personality.

I was still amused by this dream when I awoke. The sensation was of a visit to a real place, with real people. I went downstairs and grabbed my computer: I had to record it immediately.

Tanya is a Russian saint’s name. I work with a young woman named Tonya (with an “o”). Tonya has blonde hair.