I have a vague memory of a tall male doctor standing behind me. Maybe he is my dream guide, since he is always tall and often standing behind me. I had a conversation with the dream doctor, but I don’t recall what either of us said.
Day notes:
I texted two of my waking-life doctors this week, my neurologist and my endocrinologist. An article in “Brain & Life” disturbed me as it says thyroid issues can cause dementia (reminding me of my 2022 surgery). But my endocrinologist says it can cause Alzheimer’s and frontotemporal dementia, but not semantic dementia.
(Thursday, October 16, 2025) waning crescent moon Leo / tarot Strength / oracle Tranquility
This is a long dream. Much of the early part has disintegrated, but the ending is extremely vivid. Maybe lucid.
My partner (perhaps Chris) and I are new visitors to a couple and their family. They live in a spacious, two-story house and often have guests, people who have been invited many times. Being a newbie, I feel a little left out. Not yet a member of this community. In the dream I see children playing, interacting.
I am putting things away in our suitcases, getting ready to leave. Grabbing shoes, jackets, clothes, then heading down the stairs to take our travel items outside. I chat a bit with the owner-husband before we walk out the door.
The sky is dark. Nature outdoors is phenomenal, huge and green. Acres and acres are a garden farm. The rows are tall and thick, growing round flower plants way above my head, the size of small trees. Even the land between the rows is grassy, not bare dirt. This astonishes me in the dream. I have never seen this kind of farm. The plants will be provided to companies like Bachman’s and others all over the world. Flowers for everyone.
Our vehicle is far down one of the lanes. To make it easier for me to throw our suitcases back into the car, my spouse hops in and drives it back near the large house. Gratefully, I put everything into the car from my first trip out of the house. Before I go back inside (to make sure I have snagged everything), I wander along a few of the straight, green trails. It fills my soul, the strength of growth. Alive and powerful.
One row, far to my left, shocks me. Marilyn Monroe is attached to a flower plant. Her skin is bright yellow. She looks at me. I run back to the house because I cannot process such a strange experience.
I head quickly up the stairs to check our guest room for a final look. I think I grab a sock or something small, and walk down, ready to leave. There is a hook on one wall holding several black sweatshirts (obviously for sale) with Marilyn’s birth and death dates printed on the front. Ghostly beings are pale artwork and her death date is 1955, even though in real life that date is 1962.
Day notes:
This dream is all about the rows of huge, beautiful plants. Another Mother Nature experience.
Yellow Marilyn reminds me of the sunflowers Chris is painting. Chris was born in 1955. He has been very sad thinking about his upcoming dialysis. Life lasts 4 to 5 years at stage 5 kidney disease.These days we both often think about “getting ready to leave.”
I became pregnant with Cullan at 2411 Monroe in Northeast. For most of my childhood I lived at 5870 Monroe in Fridley.
I got the flu and covid vaccines on Wednesday, so was sick on Thursday, as usual. I have dream after dream after dream. Too many to remember them all.
One is about flying in a plane with friends. The inside of the plane is dark, with no light. In other dreams this reminds me of being in outer space. I can watch how the pilot finds his way safely down to earth. He lands on a grassy spot.
Another dream, from early this morning, is about a walk. I begin in the busy part of the city that I often dream of. I think I am heading to another part of town, maybe my parents’ home, but the environment turns into the country. I feel lost. I decide to use my map on my phone to figure out my destination. I sit down on a bench next to a brick wall, and a tall, strong younger man sits next to me. We have been walking together for a little while, even though he is new to me. He asks a couple of verbal questions I am unable to answer. He leans back and says, “It’s OK to slow down.” Such a friend. I tell him I am going to use my map and he agrees to come with to help me travel. He reminds me of Jonathan, whom I met at Susan’s dream group, although in real life he is much older than the dream character. Jonathan was brilliant about “if this were my dream.” I was not, which is kind of like not understanding the words he presents in the dream.
During hypnogogic moments, when I am half-awake, I see happy faces that look very much like masks, floating about in the air. They shine with sparkles, star-like glitter. The light is extremely bright.
On Thursday morning I dream my father tells me my mother is dead.
