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1. A film is being shot. I am told I cannot take photos. My nephew, Danny Brown is there. He is elementary age. I feel that I am being targeted for not good reason. (I have respected boundaries in the past). We are all outdoors in a nice, green pasture. The woman we are with asks about working there. The secretary gives her information. The woman is around 30 years old. I am surprised she would want to work there. The man and I are also in our 30’s.

2. (much longer dream, but just remember this part) I sign up to wake everyone up at a certain time. We are in a large mansion. I buy something from a man. I give him my ring to hold until I can go and cash a check for the money to pay him.

1. Paul and I visit Antonia, Kevin and their kids. They live in an apartment or are in an apartment for a vacation. It is dark inside and doesn’t feel like a vacation place. Paul and I go and then come back. Antonia and Kevin are walking around nude. Kevin has a large penis and balls. They are nonchalant, comfortable being nude. The kids are dressed. Rowan is there but instead of Markus there is a one year old girl. I get down on the floor and interact with her. She is walking around. Kevin and Antonia pretty much ignore us. Feeling: uncomfortable but happy interacting with the little girl
2. My siblings (we are all adults) and I make rules for ourselves. There are two rules: one I don’t remember and the other is there are no sleep overs at our house on weekends. My siblings don’t follow them. I am angry and say, “Change the rules if we are not going to follow them!”
3. Kelsi and Keenan have a baby girl. She is sleeping in Molly’s old room at Shady Oak. She sleeps through the night. She is a newborn and has just come home from the hospital. Keenan checks on her once. In the morning I go and get her up and give her a bottle. I am very nervous about her thriving. New borns need to eat every two to three hours. Kelsi is not around.

Daynotes: Left knee is hurting and I am gimping around. I went to the orthopedic on Monday (dreams were Wednesday morning). I hope to get a hyaluronic acid shot, but need authorization from the insurance first, so I have to be patient.

(Tuesday, November 22, 2022) new moon Scorpio / tarot three of cups

The dream begins inside the house that Chris and I own, but the first memory is of me standing outside, facing the front door. I am making adjustments to a grey and black plastic box that fans air outside its base. I open the hinged top of the box and place a directions card inside a clear, plastic, fitted rectangle. The card deck is thick; the card I choose looks like the High Priestess. I fiddle with some knobs next to the card so the air quiets down. It radiates more gently, and I am satisfied. I grab the electric box and bring it inside.

Our front door is plain wood, mid-century modern, and so is the inside of our house. The floor is wood, the rooms are wide and open, the furniture is classic modern. All is simple and relaxing.

I show Chris the tool I am carrying in my arms. There are no closets on the main floor so I will need to store the box in the basement. I look about the first level of the house to see if there is a space where we could add a closet or a large wardrobe cabinet. I notice the upper floor, a small bedroom loft with a wooden ladder. There is a low, overhanging ceiling next to the ladder that might be a good spot to build a closet.

I gaze some more at my pleasant house. The furniture and the architectural design please me perfectly. Chris feels the same. I grab three handmade rugs and walk to the front door to lay one down. Two of them need to be thrown in the wash, but Chris and I agree on the third clean, colorful rug.

Now I walk down to the basement. The stairs are in the middle, and I turn left. This section of the underground is brightly lit. A man in his twenties stands next to a boy near the age of ten years. They are playing together. There are many toys and tools strewn along the basement floor.

What astonishes me is the amazingly tall brick structure. It seems at least thirty feet high, maybe more. The walls are obviously ancient, as there are multiple arched windows, sealed with bricks, stacked from the bottom to the top. The brick walls are not just vertical, either, as there are erratic sculptural layers along the edges. Mounds. The bricks are all newly covered with beautiful purple and ultramarine semigloss paint.

I turn to my right and walk to the unlit, private part of the underground. I pay attention to the cathedral-style sealed windows and the inspiring purple-blue stonework. This space is open to me, available for my needs.

Day notes:

This dream ended as sleep paralysis. Paralysis felt like it lasted an hour. It made me focus on my breathing. I was afraid to have a blanket over my mouth. Sleep paralysis confirmed the lucidity of the dream, though. The sensual, visual details were profound. I was able to revisit the basement during paralysis. I had a nice email exchange with Ryan Hurd this week, who has written books about sleep paralysis.

The space where the man and young boy played reminded me of Cullan’s hobby when he was in his twenties. He and his friends would explore deep beneath the old urban buildings in Minneapolis and Saint Paul. He took spectacular photos. They celebrated a birthday in a huge cave that they filled with candles from bottom to top.

Our Edwardian-era house has only one closet on the main floor. The design is very open and sunny. Many of the windows have been sealed with paint. The upper floor is a half-story, which I guess you could call a loft. The basement walls are limestone and brick. The furniture left over from our Wayzata house is mid-century modern.

The box reminds me of my electric mower or my electric snowblower. It’s the same shape and size.