Category: Denise

(Tuesday, October 22, 2024) waning gibbous moon Cancer / tarot Strength

Dream 1:

I am in my tall castle that is stories above the city street. I look out a window in an upper floor and see two men attempt to break into the front door. They can’t open it, so they head to my left, around the corner of the building. Moving on.

I call first-responders but apologize a bit. I’m not sure if they need to know about two potential criminals who were not successful. But I want to make sure other homes are not attacked.

Dream 2:

I am at my childhood home in Fridley. I want to plant some rosemaries (maybe lavenders?) in the yard, but I struggle to find an open spot. Finally my Dad tells me I can tear up a flat part of the property along the dead-end street. I am surprised, happy, to have such a large bit of their lot for the purple-blue flowers.

Day notes:

Friday, October 25: I think this is a dream about a cemetery (dead-end street and my parents passing. I am going up to see them today. My Mom got home from the hospital yesterday and my Dad was in the hospital last week.

Dream 3:

I am walking along a long, natural pathway in the center of a large lake. On the left side is a beautiful, newly constructed wooden mansion on a beach across from the sandy path. On the right side are smaller wooden homes on another sandy beach. Homeowners for two of the houses on the right are chatting with each other outdoors. I see my old coworker Alysia. I keep walking along the central trail with prairie grasses along the edge. A critical element of the dream happens as I walk, but I have forgotten it. I suppose I feel alone, not connected to the homes and people on either side of my hike.

This lake reminds me of Moore Lake where I grew up. Central Avenue (Highway 65) was built in the middle of the lake.

Day notes:

I received my Mayo Clinic appointments yesterday: December 13 (Friday) and 16 (Monday). On December 16 I have five labs and tests that start at 7 am and end after 5 pm. I booked a hotel for Sunday night. Hopefully driving home on Monday evening will work for me. This gives me a ton of anxiety. I did not know how many tests or what kind they would provide. Now I know: blood test, electrocardiogram, speech and language pathology consultation, PET CT scan, MRI.

(Sunday, October 20, 2024)

I attended two parties for Oona’s third birthday yesterday, so I was not able to write down my dreams. Details have faded, but they both have powerful elements I want to record.

Dream 1: Wyn’s Daimon

I am helping my grandson, about 10 years of age, make an informational phone call. I think it is Wyn. We are using an old-fashioned landline and listening to an instructional guide. I feel like the conversation is expressly for Wyn, so I click on a button to remove myself from the call, but both of us get “hung up.” That makes me a guilty grandma! Yet, the guide immediately arrives in person. He is thin, at least eight-feet tall. He is much more visible than the spirit guides I often dream of. The details of his face, body and clothing are clear to us. Blond-haired instead of dark-haired. In person, a loving friend.

Dream 2: The Thinning Veil

I am in my tall castle and this one seems to be made of fragile drywall covered with pale, flowered old wallpaper. There is no furniture, no yard, just one tiny window. Nearly empty. Even the staircase needs a railing. The rooms are haunted but I push the annoying ghosts away. I go in and out. Each time I come in from the street I find hand-painted artwork that I quickly made before heading out the front door. I am stunned by the beauty and skill of the paintings. Speedy little masterpieces.

Day notes, October 29:

I shared this dream last night and this morning this thought came up: The thin wall of the castle reminded me of the veil between this life and the next. And me pushing the ghosts around means it is nowhere near time to leave this life, even though in the dream “I go in and out.” 

We all wrote haikus last night about our dreams. This is mine:
My home feels royal
Ancestral spirits live here
Creativity is joy

Little sculpture I did for our Monday night dream group (October 28).

(Wednesday, October 9, 2024) moon first quarter Capricorn / tarot Strength

I am heading to hear a speech by Kamala Harris, driving on a long, straight road in St. Paul. Summit Avenue? There are huge castle-style buildings like those I knew as a teenager. I used to take Catechism at Latino-Grace and we would often go to workshops in a beautiful old manor-house in St. Paul. Catechism there was a politically liberal environment.

I reach a railroad and turn to the right, parking outside of a new, large hotel. Surprise: I meet Kamala in person at a tall table provided for a private meeting with a few other women. I am the first to arrive and I sit next to her (she is on my left). She gives me a sweet hug. She has my back for the entire event. Overwhelmed, I begin with small talk about St. Paul. “It has such a different vibe than Minneapolis,” I say. We continue to chat about different parts of the country as more women arrive to sit at our table. We are to discuss climate change.

A much younger woman with blonde hair is at my right. She holds a magazine she designed and asks me: “How is your job going?” Perhaps she is my younger self. I admit that I have been forced to retire. Two sympathetic Secret Service men standing at my left are very angry about my unplanned professional fate.

When our conversation about climate change begins the dream shifts. I walk to the top of a steep mountain and transition into a middle-aged man with dark hair. My family owns this property. A drought has taken over the region. We need to put out large steel buckets just to save a little bit of rain for garden beds. It feels like death. I am afraid my children will not survive.

Day notes:

Hurricane Milton is terrifying. It arrives in Tampa early Thursday morning. There are already tornadoes in Florida.

St. Paul is the capital of Minnesota. Governor Walz is Harris’ running mate. I lived in Lowertown when art was a big part of my life. The State Capital is near the St. Paul Cathedral.

I am watering my backyard today. We have a drought. Rustic Lodge is on a steep hill above Minnehaha Creek.

Maybe the dark-haired man is Cullan. I do very much worry about what my grandkids’ lives will be like with dramatic, dangerous climate change.

Day notes November 16, 2024:

After Kamala lost the election on November 5, I was horrified to realize the deepest meaning of this dream. It feels like our democracy is dead, that autocracy and the Christian Right are taking over our country. I shared this dream with Cindy B. and she shared it again with Victoria’s dream circle. We discussed it yesterday. Everyone confirmed that we hadn’t realized the precognition of this dream. Until now.