I dream of visiting my parents’ home. I intend to volunteer to do some of the painting that is needed but suddenly the interior of the house changes dramatically. The painting is all updated, but the colors are very subdued: beige, yellow ochre and orange. For me, dull and boring. There are also a lot of decorative shelves that are overcrowded. I tell my mother I can tidy the furniture and add some accent colors. But she is not interested.
Day notes:
I always wonder when my daily tarot card is Death. Today I heard that our neighbor’s yellow tabby Nemo passed away. He is the cat in my dream that convinced me to buy our Rustic Lodge house.
Tomorrow I am driving up to Cambridge to do some chores for my parents.
(Saturday, October 7, 2023) moon Cancer / tarot Hermit
This dream begins with a flash, a quick evening scene where I stand outside, part of a large community. I’m near a widdershins, an unholy churchyard corner I read about in a fairy tale.
In the next scene, my maternal grandmother Lenora Sheehan’s ancestral home stands in a busy neighborhood. Lenora passed away a long time ago. The house is full of family, upstairs and downstairs: cousins, second cousins, third cousins.
I walk up the stairs with my granddaughter and see how chaotic it is at the second story. The very large room with a peaked rafter ceiling is overflowing with furniture, knick-knacks and old clothing. I am distressed by the mess, so I ask the upper level spirits, ancestors, to help tidy it up. I’m not sure if they hear me. Most of my family is uncomfortable with spirits.
I head-on down the steps with my granddaughter in hand. The lower level needs work, too, and I tell my relatives that “the ghosts” are going to spruce the second floor. No one believes me, but I walk back up to observe.
The entire space has been instantly transformed. The wooden floor is empty except for rows of rugs that travel from one wall to the other. Immaculate single beds are on top of each rug. The high timber peak feels like a cathedral. I am grateful, relieved and amazed. This is ready for family dreamtime.
I stroll downstairs and find that the kitchen has also been remodeled, in a neutral historical style. My work is done. No need for me to clean and reconstruct.
I decide to tour outside, along the neighborhood houses. The homes are edged by berms made from colorful round stones, like the banks of Minnehaha Creek. Surprisingly, I don’t have my normal strength for daily strides, and I bend slightly to hold onto the rocks, which helps keep me balanced.
A couple my age opens their front door. They don’t notice me but give a lively wave to small children who are on the sidewalk to my left, next to the stone border.
I don’t recall the rug or bedspread colors. I think they had charming but muted patterns. I created this simple image to show the upper floor structure. The room is even bigger than this map.
Daynotes:
I woke up at 3 am on Sunday, trying to remember the word “widdershins” and I finally got it. I discovered a book called “Widdershins: Lenora’s Tale” by Ian and Anne Brown. I ordered it from Amazon.
Half of my neighbors have lived on the street for 50 years or more. I’ll always feel like the newbie.
“If this were my dream” from our Dreamsters meeting Monday evening, October 9:
In my dream, I love holding Oona’s little hand and traveling up and down the stairs together. We have family members from many generations waiting to visit us in our dreams. And not only ancestors, but spirits/entities from other dimensions, other planets, other universes. We are all connected, although usually unaware. Even stones, trees and felines have messages and loving attention for us. My prayer to the guides is for the health of Mother Earth, so that our grandchildren can survive and thrive: dreaming big.
(Saturday, September 16, 2023) new moon Libra / tarot Knight of Swords
I dream of my large communal environment. Everyone knows everyone. People are walking and pleasantly interacting, sometimes outside, sometimes inside. I observe Chris head out the front door of our house, with the alarm still on.
A much younger man approaches. He reminds me of Ryan H. from the IASD (I have received a lot of emails from him recently). The brown-haired dream man is in his early forties. He is not much taller than I am. His wide, beautiful smile honors me with heart-felt enthusiasm. We are to walk together. He embraces me with both arms, which gives me a bit of a shock. We are not lovers, but my soul senses his universal, spiritual love, and I wrap my arms around him in my attempt to understand. To get to know him. It seems impossible to walk so cradled together, but we do. His strong affection and intelligence calm me, making me feel more metaphysically balanced. Whole.
It is prevalent for the community to hike for many miles. My friend and I are walking along a large circle, a labyrinth. Before we have gone halfway, a group who have been in compassionate contact with Chris greet us. In their deeply caring way, they inform me of Chris’ failing health. I release my middle-aged companion and head into a building, looking for Chris.
When I find him, I can see how thin and weak he has become. He is deathly frail, which fills me with tremendous anxiety, although it does not worry him at all.
Day notes:
The front-door alarm makes me think of having to call 911 for an ambulance.
The painting Chris is working on includes angel wings, third eye and heart.
I met Ryan H. at the Virginia Beach IASD conference. His presentation was about health information provided by intuition and dreams.
