(Monday, August 18, 2025)
A very short dream, but not a fragment. Early this morning I feel half-awake, I guess in the hypnogogic state. The dream environment is very dark, like midnight. My heart is asking for a soulmate. I ask out loud.
Day notes:
Yesterday Cullan and I rode bikes to Lakewinds co-op. A couple my age, perhaps older, were in line at the cash register. The white-haired man smiled and gave his partner a kiss on the lips.
(Sunday, August 17, 2025) third quarter moon Gemini / tarot Hierophant / oracle Deep Listening
I bike to a lake that looks a lot like Harriet. It is oval and the full circumference is surrounded by large, leafy green trees. No houses or buildings are visible at the edge of the lake, even though it is in the middle of a city. On the east end, I park my bike next to a tree and somehow lock it up, along with my backpack. I begin walking on the brown pathway made of sand, under the trees.
I have an appointment at 11 am to get my hair cut, even though I am on a morning walk. I make it about a quarter of the way around the lake and think I might be able to still show up at my meeting. I turn back and head towards my bike. At exactly 11 I consider that I might be able to arrive pretty close to my appointment, a tiny bit late. Perhaps I do not have my phone with me. I am not sure why I do not call the hairdresser and tell her I am late, or that I need to reschedule.
I leave the natural environment of the lake and head into the busy city. I don’t know why I leave my bike behind. I don’t have a map or an address, so I am unable to find the location for my haircut. I am unfamiliar with this city, even though it very much feels like a European St. Paul. The streets are hilly and curved. Lots of cars and trucks are passing me by.
I am lost. I am unsure how to get back to the lake, back to my bike and backpack. I end up walking for miles, not just a few blocks, to find the lake. A lot of this part of the dream is about me discovering all of the interesting buildings and aspects of the city.
Day notes:
11 is a master number. It is the address of Cullan’s former home on 48th. October 11 is my mother’s 90th birthday.
I wonder if the “hairdresser” is the new member of our dream team that Pat invited. I am sad that at some point I will have to leave The Dreamsters because of my semantic dementia. It is getting harder to remember words when I have social conversations, although writing is no problem. My short and long-term memories are fine. Pat’s friend’s name is Theresa and she is a spiritual worker whose office is in St. Paul, on West 7th (near where I lived in Lowertown). My Catholic confirmation name was Theresa.
I am shopping for my e-bike. I have to use the rebate offered by the state of Minnesota by October 11 (expiration date is October 12).
Lake Harriet is in Minneapolis and Harriet Island is in St. Paul. Harriet and hairdressing, what is that about?
The lake kind of reminds me of the circle in my Green dream. Water is emotion and the unconscious. I made an appointment with my new Jungian therapist. She says we will work on the unconscious.
The covering trees are powerful in this dream. They protect me. Perhaps an element of this dream is that I need to return to peace and nature. Walk away from the anxiety of political culture. Meditate and calm my mind.
(Friday, August 15, 2025)
Castle:
Last night Cullan asked I go for a walk on our property. We discussed fixing the dungeon basement, but he also brought up the idea of adding a story to the top of the garage. I told him I may have had a precognition: a few years ago I dreamt that Cullan and Hillary came to live in my house. And I lived above the garage. This morning I looked into a few local remodeling contractors. Castle had details about adding a living story to the top of a garage. This afternoon I saw a “Castle” sign in front of a house I passed by on my walk to the library.
Crying:
At lunch time I had a text conversation with my sister Jo about the very sad event at our family reunion (that started with Oona’s crying). At the library I heard a little girl waling and screaming. She would not stop, but her mother must have taken her outside because the noise got a little quieter. When I walked out the front door, I saw a baby girl and her toddler brother sobbing at the top of their lungs. Mommy and a friend were just sitting with them, waiting for it to stop.
