(Saturday, April 23, 2022) tarot three of pentacles
A fairly long dream about rescued cats in my house. There are quite a few. I am organizing little square fluffy beds for them all when I see a very tiny mother tabby and her white infant. Mama is only 6 inches long and that shocks me. I need to find a protective bed for her and baby so the full-grown cats don’t attack them. As I work to save them, I see an even tinier kitten.
I’ve had two dreams in the last week that are nearly identical. My spirit, not my body, is lying on a double bed. Chris’ spirit flies around me aggressively and pushes for sexual contact. I let it happen. I don’t feel completely comfortable with his mysterious sexual energy but the most striking thing in the dream is our out-of-body duality.
(Thursday, April 21, 2022) tarot Death
Second dream: I am a few weeks away from graduation and have not submitted any work or taken the required quizzes and tests. The dim science/sociology hallway at old Fridley High School appears in my mind’s eye. I feel the emotional presence of that past environment. The tall, dark-haired, guiding woman from many of my dreams is in my house with me, but we are not in conversation. In this dream, she looks like my mother. Almost as if post-COVID, I realize I can actually attend school in person, but I don’t know which classes I have signed up for, which rooms they are in or at what time they begin. I search for my schedule but can’t find it.
I start to weep and try to call Wayzata High School on my cell phone. The touch function doesn’t work for many minutes as I push and click, push and click. Finally I am able to make a call and reach a counselor. She knows who I am, immediately, before I begin to speak. She mentions my granddaughter’s name, but I don’t remember it when I wake up (not Oona). The woman is powerfully compassionate, angelic. I feel tremendous relief and healing.
Day notes:
I live a block from Washburn High School in Minneapolis. Growing up, I lived a block from Fridley High school. I have contributed for over 10 years to the University of Michigan Health and Retirement Study. An interviewer is coming to see me soon and he lives by Fridley High School.
I recently attended a funeral with my childhood friend Nicky for our friend Tricia’s mother Carmen. Carmen was from Guatelmala and taught Spanish at Robbinsdale Middle School. The funeral was at St. William’s Catholic Church, where the three of us had our confirmation ceremony together, before I actually met them in a journalism class. There were several teachers at the funeral that had taught us in middle school and high school. It was a wonderful experience to see them more than 50 years later.
My memory for words is in serious decline. I had the best vocabulary and language test results in 1973 that my high school had ever seen. My doctor is not worried and thinks it is stress related. The combination of COVID, work anxiety and 30 years of caregiving may be having a toll.
It feels like this dream is anxiety around my upcoming retirement. Will I be ready? Maybe the anxiety is job-related.
First dream: It seems to be about the text message from Susan I received at 11:15 pm. In the dream, I can’t find the text to reply. My device is not a phone: it’s a little square electronic box. A high rise building is where I live, and one of my rooms is connected to a male neighbor’s apartment. My tall, dark-haired female spirit guide is in the dream, assisting me. I wander outdoors in the middle of the dream, to a distant lake and forest.
