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(Friday, September 30, 2022) waxing crescent Sagittarius / tarot two of cups

I am with my sister Jodell. We are at our childhood rambler in Fridley. It’s a blue-sky day. The hill the house sits on is much higher in the dream, almost mountainous. It keeps rising, slowly, gently.

We go inside the house. There is work to do, but Jodell is overwhelmed. Not me. I am comfortable with moving furniture and working on restoration projects in the rooms, particularly in the living room. Perhaps we are preparing to sell the house as part of the will. I don’t want my sister to be anxious. It feels natural for me to do the organization and design work, even though I am not expected to manage these chores.

Day notes:

I just spent some time with Jodell on Sunday at her Park Rapids lake home. She is the Personal Representative of our parents’ will. She was just diagnosed with osteopenia and was upset about that. I have had osteoporosis (worse) for quite a few years, so we talked about diet. We talked about the will, too. I think she will need help, but I’m not allowed to work with the will. My parents want my brother to be her assistant, although he does not want that responsibility. He helps with the lawn and snow and other things.

October 19: Bonnie sends me a video of a song Come On Up to the House.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wFrqclcm8pU

Come On Up to the House (Tom Waits)

Well, the moon is broken and the sky is cracked
Come on up to the house
The only things that you can see is all that you lack
Come on up to the house

All your crying don’t do no good
Come on up to the house
Come down off the cross, we can use the wood
You gotta come on up to the house

Come on up to the house
Come on up to the house
The world is not my home
I’m just a-passing through
You got to come on up to the house

There’s no light in the tunnel, no irons in the fire
Come on up to the house
And you’re singing lead soprano in a junkman’s choir
You got to come on up to the house

Does life seem nasty, brutish and short
Come on up to the house
The seas are stormy and you can’t find no port
Got to come on up to the house, yeah

You gotta come on up to the house
Come on up to the house
The world is not my home I’m just a-passing through
You got to come on up to the house, yeah

You gotta come on up to the house
Come on up to the house
The world is not my home
I’m just a-passing through
You got to come on up to the house

There’s nothing in the world that you can do
You gotta come on up to the house
And you been whipped by the forces that are inside you
Gotta come on up to the house

Well, you’re high on top of your mountain of woe
Gotta come on up to the house
Well, you know you should surrender, but you can’t let it go
You gotta come on up to the house, yeah

Gotta come on up to the house
Gotta come on up to the house
The world is not my home I’m just a-passing through
You gotta come on up to the house

Gotta come on up to the house
You gotta come on up to the house
Yeah yeah yeah

I am with my siblings. We are at a beach and we are told it is time to move the heavy casket. We get behind it and push. My brother, Dan, is on my right and walks besides me. He is not pushing the casket. We push it down a path on a beach which goes downhill to the sand and water. We get it to the water which is the ocean and has a feel of a California beach. There isn’t anyone else around. It is day time and the weather is pleasant. Once we get the casket into the water we are all going to hop on top and ride it.

I am not sure who died. At one point I make a pot of tea. This is related to the casket. I pour a cup. The tea looks like regular, black tea. Then I don’t drink it because the tea is made from the dead person somehow.

Feeling: neutral, just doing what has to be done

I wonder if this dream is about my death or a death of one of my siblings. Other ideas: I don’t need to know who or what part of myself is in the casket (old issues?). It will just return to the collective unconscious. Should I incubate and ask what/who is in the casket?

I am visiting Lou in New York at his place. It is morning. I have my nighty and bathrobe on. I am about to take a shower. I have not met Lou’s wife yet. I notice a small river outside of Lou’s place.

Feeling: Happy

Note: The Dreamsters worked my dream, Community Trail, the night before this dream. One of my take aways was if I thought of a person or had a dream with them in it, I would contact them in some way. I did send Lou an email.