Category: Denise

(Wednesday, December 17, 2025)

The dream begins with me sleeping in bed with Chris. He roles over on top of me. He is very, very heavy and it takes a lot of strength to push him off. I move out of the bedroom to a middle room, a room between the kitchen and living room. I have the sense of having dreamt of this exact house before. It is my house, but a young man is visiting, and I meet him in the empty space. A room without furniture.

We walk into the kitchen and do a little work together, cleaning and getting ready for breakfast. It is early morning, maybe 4 am.

The dream switches to the outdoors, the sand prairie. My grandmother Lenora is working with other ancestors to create a celebration, a fancy picnic. There are two long dining areas that are covered, tented. They feel like mazes, as there are tall grasses inside. I walk to the first one, expecting to enter the space and choose my own meal at the expansive buffet. Two socially-confident, middle-aged men, maybe chefs or waiters (who feel like actors, comedians), step in front of me and hand me a large white porcelain dish. They start to fill it with chicken or turkey. Meat. Being a vegetarian, this upsets me. I walk around them and head into the tent.

This must be the picnic area for non-family members: the buffet and tables are full of conversational friends, people I do not recognize. Because I know none of them, I move on to the tent behind this one, the buffet for my ancestors and relatives. The dream ends quickly here, and I think the space is empty.

These are the two buffet tents. The black lines represent the area to walk inside the tent.

(Tuesday, December 16, 2025)

I just reread my first Edie dream (from 2012). Victoria is right. When you go back, back, back to old dreams, things pop up. The male friend in the dream is a tall, slender man with dark hair. He stands behind me, on my left, touching my shoulder. Obviously these days I know this “character” is my dream guide, but I did not know that at the time of the dream. He tells me Edie is the village librarian, the keeper of all knowledge. Her library is the Akashic Records.

There is also an element to the Big Dream that I remember but is missing in my writing: a dark and empty alcove with a medieval stone fireplace. Orange flames are crackling. I view the room in the dream but I don’t think I enter it. That might be the chamber where Edie waits while I head up the stairs to the upper story (and turn into a fairy).

Is the dream guide my higher self? It seems so. Denisea says he is an angel.

From Bonnie: The Edie dream would make a great fairy tale!

(Tuesday, December 16, 2025)

Yesterday afternoon I went to Susan’s dream group. I was a bit nervous because her members are brilliant and very engaged. But I had a lovely time. I sat next to Patty, whom I met at the first seasonal meeting. She has taught writing at Metropolitan State University and The Loft for over 20 years. Patty has six published books and is working on publishing a children’s book “of five hundred words.” Sylvia is a professional dancer. Hend is an amazing artist who had a beautiful display at the MIA last fall (which I saw with Wyn and Oona).

This synchronicity: I have been hoping to do a hermitage, maybe at ARC. Susan just got back from a spiritual retreat in Iowa. And everyone in the group pays as much attention to Michael Meade’s “The Living Myth” podcasts as I do. We talked about the one I listened to recently called “Importance of the Otherworld.” Another connection is that dream member Jessica is heading to New Mexico with her husband to take a class at the Ghost Ranch, Georgia O’Keefe’s historic property. She was at the Tucson IASD conference, but I don’t recognize her. I took multiple clay classes in Santa Fe.

From Bonnie: I am so happy for you to have these amazing women in your life!