(Sunday, May 4, 2025)
The grandkids stayed overnight. This morning we hung out while Cullan made their breakfast. Wyn grabbed my wallet and pulled out an old card from the Edina realtor who helped us buy this house. I told Wyn he could keep the red card. He called it a “ticket.” Ten minutes later I got a text from the realtor congratulating us on our fifth anniversary at Rustic Lodge. That made me smile, and Smilie is the realtor’s last name.
I am with Deb and a few other women. We are in Minneapolis or a similar city. We are walking around the streets. We come to this three story, medium blue apartment building. Deb used to live there. She still has the key. We go into the apartment with her. It is the top floor. We go into a bedroom with three full sized beds and two twin beds. There are small, framed photographs by each bed showing photos of the young women who live there. Deb goes to a phone in the bedroom and calls the landlord. She wants to live here again. The rest of us wander around. I crack open some hard-boiled eggs and put them into cups. The shells don’t come off very well and the yolks are not all the way hard. I ask Deb if she wants a couple of eggs. She says yes.
New scene: We are outside now. Deb owns a small dog. A man asks to borrow her dog and she says yes. I follow him. He and his wife have their car filled as well as the top of the car, with their belongings. They are moving into an apartment nearby. The wife drives a block or so away. I follow them. She parks and gets out with their small dog. The man then gets out with Deb’s dog. I don’t trust that he will return Deb’s dog.
I am guessing that my psyche is trying to tell me something, having all these Deb dreams. I will work this dream today with my dream group and see what materializes!
Here is what I wrote when I worked this dream with my AZ group. If this were my dream, I am with Deb, a part of me that wants to be in a more simple, carefree time in my life. It was also a time when I was more “out in the world”.
I am nurturing this part of me with good nutrition even though the eggs are not coming out of the shell very well and are not quite done. (maybe the nurturing I am doing is not the best? )Eggs can also be a metaphor for new life.
Deb lends a man her dog: her loving, loyal companion. I am afraid he will not return the dog. The dog could be a metaphor for Paul. The man and his wife are moving to a new apartment; a new life but “a part” in some ways, which could represent us moving to a new phase in our lives.
When we shared what we wrote and made the dog-Paul connection, I got emotional.
I am in a boat with Paul. It is a row boat with a motor on the back. Paul is driving. We are coming into shore. It feels like a Minnesota lake similar to my family’s cabin. Paul throws out a rope with a square piece of wood attached to it. The wood catches on a leg of a dock. The dock is taller than a usual dock. This slows us down and we are right at the shore’s edge. A guy comes in next to us fairly fast and end up on the beach.
Next scene: I am either in a boat or in the water. I am in a cave that has sufficient light. There is a narrow river in the cave. The guy from the boat comes towards me. We are walking in opposite directions. He is in the water walking and is bent over and doesn’t seem to see me. He seems to be working; maybe pushing something that is under water?
Next scene: The same guy now has a male partner. They have set up a table and are selling life size plastic fruit, vegetables, etc. They ask if I want to buy something. I want to buy eggs. I forget for a moment that their food is not real. EOD
