Category: Denise

(Friday, May 10, 2024) waxing crescent moon Gemini / tarot Star

Another “Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary” dream.

My friend Mary is exhibiting her aggressive missteps. I am walking along a roadway and she is determined I join her in a car. I resist, but she drives alongside of me and finally I give up. I open the door and crawl inside.

She drives on top of the green grass, not on the road. Others are driving on the lawn, too, but in the opposite direction. They swerve around her vehicle so they are not hit. She stops at various work locations for chores and tools. I stand next to her but pay no attention to her professional obsessions, her conversations. I keep telling her I must leave, I must go home. I am finally able to escape and I turn around, 180 degrees, heading toward my childhood house.

She hops in her car and tries to capture me but I am able to hide in various houses and even within my old Fridley Senior High School building. Eventually she finds me: I crawl out a window. She offers to drive me the rest of the way home. That feels like a blessing. Getting along, making things work.

Day notes:

I was so depressed yesterday about my ceiling project still not working after weeks and weeks. Today manager Jim and I had a discussion and we meet on Monday. He is trying hard to get this fixed. I think the dream is about this project that moved in the wrong direction but now is taking me home.

I shared my Mary, Mary poem this week on LinkedIn and over 220 people took a look. Years ago I wrote the poem for a clay book, which is about my Black Wolf dream. In the poem, I am the Black Sheep (Mary). As in the dream, I am able to hold open the wolf’s jaw and protect myself. “Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary, nips her sweetgrass on the Wabasha prairie. Loping hungrily over ancestral dunes, Black Wolf Romeo strikes with jaws of harpoons. Sheep hoof arrowheads hold open his bite. Both tumble down the rabbit hole, into the night.”

(Friday, May 3, 2024) waning crescent moon Pisces / tarot Lovers

The dream takes place in a hotel, motel or RV. A temporary or virtual reality. We are all dreamers and sleeping in the night. I lie on a queen-size bed next to a woman who reminds me of Jeanne G. or Victoria. The two of us are the only people awake and we chat a bit. It is very early, predawn, but I say I want to take my shower. She agrees it is a good time.

There is a tiny bathroom in the middle of the dream-space. I consider it, then move to another small restroom at the far corner. I undress and see a surprising, inspiring, almost shocking image in the cabinet mirror. Even though I am 67, my body is strong and beautiful. Perfect, flawless. I look like I am in my twenties. I notice a man sleeping in a single bed next to the restroom door, on my right. He is someone with whom I have long-sensed a potential romance, but it has yet to transpire. I don’t wish to wake him, so I move back to the middle bathroom.

Day notes:

I am joining a Zoom dream circle with Victoria tomorrow. I have a private Zoom meeting with Cindy on Tuesday.

Saturday, May 4: I got to share this dream with Victoria’s circle today. The process is slightly different than what we do with The Dreamsters Union. It was very helpful, though. I liked suggestions that the mirror symbolizes “reflection.” Everyone seemed to have the same take as I did regarding my health. This is the second dream that suggests to me that I am not in cognitive decline. We’ll discover the truth, of course. One of the other dreamers had been diagnosed with MS thirty years ago but never ended up with all of those symptoms. She disagreed with her diagnosis. A few other dream members also disagreed with diagnoses they received from their doctors. Almost all of the dreamers mentioned their own memory slips and loss of words. Natural aging for most, perhaps.

(Monday, April 29, 2024) waning gibbous moon Capricorn / tarot knight of wands

This dream has two scenes, the first at about 4:30 am and the second at 6 am. I wake up after the first dream, but it continues after I fall back asleep.

Scene 1:

I enter my huge house at the first story, on the left side. A room that is a business office is located immediately past the front entry door. I walk inside and visit a kind former coworker, then leave to visit the rest of the house.

Even though the house is old, it feels new to me. I must explore. There are lots and lots of rooms, and a few of them store white wooden doors and white wooden lawn chairs like the ones in my “real” basement. All of the rooms are clean and most of them are empty. I find some small rooms painted the sky-blue color I plan to use in our “real” main-floor bedroom. The plaster ceilings and walls have ancient, soft-curved edging. Nothing sharp. A number of the ceilings have begun to be painted with random brush marks, also like my “real” house.

Scene 2:

I head down to the half-underground, lowest level of the house. An intelligent, serious and self-reliant Black man meets me in a large sky-blue room. Scenic windows look out into nature. This man is my partner. How lucky, almost awestruck, I feel to find such a powerful relationship. How can I possibly match his gifts?

My friend Mary, who has my old job in “real” life, is being a bit of a nasty trickster. She is causing small, irritating events in a few of the rooms in my house: spraying water, trying to steal my partner. Nothing she can actually get away with.

Day notes:

I have been doing a detailed freelance design job with my former coworker Suchi. Work from home!

The handymen who have been removing ceiling popcorn in our house have struggled mightily. There are a lot of brush marks on the walls below the ceiling edges. They are supposed to finish tomorrow.

I’ll see Mary on Friday, along with my old design team from Ergotron, at the Sea Salt restaurant next to Minnehaha Falls. Mary is having a horrific divorce. She is losing her house and half of her retirement income. I hope she is grateful I got her that job, since she is 61 years old. Not easy at our age.