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(Saturday, September 10, 2022) full moon Pisces / tarot Strength

I took Snowball to the vet today. Whenever I work with him, the Strength card shows up.

This morning I dream that I am on the main floor of my house. A younger man, probably Cullan, is very busy working on some software or paperwork. It’s taking a lot of his time, which is delaying a visit scheduled with our relatives, maybe my niece Jennie’s yearly bean bag party.

Waiting, I stand and look at the stairs that lead to my upper office and bedroom. There is a full glass door at the bottom of the stairs, and a friendly male spirit with round metal spectacles at the top of the stairs. I wave at him. He dances and floats up and down the stairs, over and over again. He does not pass through the glass. I watch for quite awhile. Is he Benjamin Franklin? A former owner of my house? He is blonde with a round face. He appears to be in his 30s.

Then I notice that a child’s bedroom on the main floor also has a glass door and an active spirit inside the room. I hope that Wyn is not disturbed by the spirits. No one else seems to pay much attention to the friendly ghosts. Cullan keeps working, so relatives start to arrive to our house, instead of waiting for us to head to theirs.

There are more details to the dream but the ghosts stand out so much that the rest of the story dissolves when I wake up. I love that I have clear visibility to another realm.

Day notes:

This is the first time Jennie and Matt have not held their family party in quite a few years.

(Thursday, September 8, 2022) waxing gibbous moon Aquarius / tarot Moon

This is the third morning in a row that I have pulled the Moon tarot card. The moon will be full on Saturday.

I had kind of a nightmare last night, although I recognized it for what it was in the dream and worked on fixing it. Lucidity or sleep paralysis?

I am sleeping in my bed upstairs but the upper level is like a storage attic, strewn with stuff. It feels like years past. A woman, perhaps a ghost, charges up the stairs. She seems more like a thief than an attacker. At some point, though, we both turn into spirits and conflictingly spin together on my bed. Whirling dervishes. It helps me push her away. She resents that I occupy her former house. She misses it.

I am with a group of people. We are being forced to climb down this rocky cliff. We do. At the bottom are a couple of doors. There are two women who are a lesbian couple. They go out one of the doors first.

I am married to a black man from South Africa. He is an art professor. We are sitting in bed. A young, woman student calls him and asks about her grade. He tells her to read more about art to help raise her grade. He leaves and she calls back. She tells me she just got married this past year and that took up a lot of her time preparing for the wedding.

I am helping others get things from their rooms when we are liberated. This is difficult to do. It has something to do with notebooks that have information in them. I somehow have to get the information out of the notebooks and they are stuck in them with some sticky material.

Daynotes: Nice day. Prepped for having Dee and Ed for dinner. Then Paul and I bought material to stain the deck. In the afternoon we went out in the boat and went fishing for a couple of hours. Beautiful day. And we had a very nice visit with Dee and Ed. I feel like the depression is lifted.