(Friday, May 16, 2025) waning gibbous moon Capricorn / tarot seven of cups / oracle Creativity, White Water Lily
Finally, after my long day with Cullan at the Mayo, I slept and slept and slept. Many dreams came up.
Fragment 1: I am in a room with someone (at my left) doing remodeling chores. I see a big wooden door on a wall that unfolds vertically. It is freshly painted, which inspires me to open it up. I crawl inside, into a room full of shelves with antique trinkets. There is one window above the shelves.
Fragment 2: I have completed numerous painting projects at our house. I look inside of Chris’ bedroom and there are round chunks of plaster on the ceiling that look like little clouds or pebbles. I tell Chris I need to fix the debris but he says everything is fine.
Fragment 3: I am in the yard next to where I grew up, the Jones’ property. In the dream, Hillary lives there, not the Jones family. I want to dig two little circles in the grass and plant the flowers I have bought for Oona. Hillary is aggressive and angry. She is not going to let me do this.
Day notes:
Mrs. Jones was not someone I ever got along with. Hillary has been enraged this week. Oona’s dance recital is on Sunday. I hope it goes OK.
The ceiling chunks in my dream of Chris’ bedroom make me think of the plaque that is considered to cause Alzheimer’s and dementia. He has memory issues like the ones his mother, aunt and uncle had at the ends of their lives. Short-term memory decline. Chris’ mother never admitted that she had dementia.
On Wednesday my next-door neighbor dug open a big circle in her front yard and planted flowers.
My Emerson dream had two white circles. I have discussed the symbolism with Cindy. My grandkids usually play at Fuller Park, where the old Margaret Fuller (friend of Emerson) elementary school was torn down.
