Category: Denise

(Saturday, Day of the Dead, 2024) new moon Scorpio / tarot eight of wands

I sense the dark, nighttime sky in this dream. Cousins and other family members chat with me on the old Sheehan ancestral land, near the farmhouse front yard. I have a small sculpture I carry in my two hands. It is a little house made of tree sticks. The walls are open and I can see inside. There are two furry, grey caterpillars, one very tiny and one of a good size who starts to grow. As I watch him get bigger and bigger, I decide to walk up the grassy area that leads to the distant road. I tip the wooden “house” so the wooly caterpillar falls out into nature. That is a relief to the baby caterpillar, and to me.

Day notes:

This reminds me of the cardboard house I made for our Monday dream circle.

I will need to think about caterpillars for this dream. Worms come to mind, creatures that enter coffins and eat the dead. Bonnie and Margi visited yesterday, and the near-future of my parents passing came up in a conversation with Margi.

Day notes November 17, 2024:

Reading this dream again gives me prescient elements. The sculpture made of tree sticks must be paper clay. I will begin working on a ceramic design I made a year ago after I finish painting our entryway. The sculpture is three houses, and each house is open on a different side (top, bottom, front). Letting go of the big, wooly grey caterpillar might mean my house-painting is nearly done. Three of the rooms I painted are light grey.

(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).