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(Tuesday, December 28, 2021) waning crescent moon Libra, Magician tarot

My father has purchased a new manor house. The lodging has two wings, angled in a wide V at 150 and 30 degrees. It is equally tall, at least four stories in height.

I explore the new interior, beginning at the upper floor where my bedroom is located. Every room is comfortably decorated and clean. The furniture and details are luxurious, but not absurdly royal. Wardrobe cabinets are open and empty, waiting for our family to add our belongings. All of the sleeping rooms have bathrooms inside, as do modern-day master bedrooms.

My caregiver task is to review Chris’ bedroom and make sure it is ready for his move. Our relationship is more like that of siblings than lovers. Surprisingly, he has two bedrooms, each on different floors. The larger one is below the smaller one. I walk into the expansive bedchamber to inspect it and notice the beautiful tin ceiling tiles that seem to be made of gleaming silver. The furniture is new velvet. A large, empty wooden wardrobe looks ready for storage. One wall-shelf has a non-functioning piece of electrical sound equipment that I remove.

I don’t see a need for Chris to have two bedrooms, and both are larger than mine, so I consider trading with him. Many rooms include the shimmering silver ceiling tile, which really catches my eye.

The energy of the house decor is fully sensuous. I spend many hours quietly rambling through room after room. Eventually it is time to move outdoors, and I am surprised to see that the family home stands on the shore of a lake surrounded by snow-peaked mountains, like Lake Placid or Lake Louise. The angle of the house-wings face the water.

The lake is free of ice. The grasses and trees are green. Dozens of neighbors and my siblings are playing together along the shoreline and in the warm water. I try to walk on the tip of lake stones but my physical strength and balance is age-diminished, even though I am young in the dream. This feels like a clue to my dream-self.

I decide to reenter the house, joining my father and mother in the kitchen. My father has thick, dark, curly hair and is a true extrovert. I see how his engaging, theatrical personality has benefitted his financial well-being. I am surprised such a wealthy man is cooking. He tells me he has just hired an Italian chef, who is yet to arrive.

Day notes

Yesterday I had a quarterly meeting with my financial advisors and retirement looks good. One test chart actually said my optimal retirement age is younger than I have been planning. Tarot was nine of cups (wishes coming true, prosperity).

(Wednesday, November 24, 2021) waning gibbous moon Cancer, three of cups tarot

I dream of traveling, related to my job. My route follows a calm, winding river in Europe, but I am “on the road,” not in a boat. It’s like visiting an outdoor art gallery. There are giant wooden sculptures, particularly on the river bends. I love to see them, I am inspired by their beauty and complexity, sometimes with a bit of a positive shock. Masterpieces. Between the bends stand elaborately-carved, historical wooden houses that climb the forested bluffs.

Later, on a village street, I meet my Amsterdam coworker Kleopatra. We are happy to see each other in person, which is rare. In waking life, she gave birth to her first child this summer, a son. In the dream she has a pouch on her tummy. I ask, “How is your baby?” She pulls out a tiny newborn girl and hands her to me. I am pleased to be offered such an amazing gift. I slowly support baby’s head and body with both of my hands, then pull her close. A male coworker is standing behind my right shoulder, peering delightedly at baby girl. I hand him the little infant so he can experience the pleasure of gently embracing her, sensing her distinctive energy.

In a third element of the dream, I am viewing charming, hand-painted signs of the names of small European towns. A voice from the white ether, the upper level, tells me the story of the woman artist who created them all. The lettering style is distinctive to her work, made during the era of Impressionism. Her colors are tropical. The signs are often standing below generous, mature trees. I see her creations from very far away, but am able to view them close-up within my mind’s eye. The pleasant artist greets me from the other side, beyond the veil.

Day notes:

I’ve been asking for dreams about my creative “mission” and this seems to be one of them. Sculpture. Words. My current design job has been inspired by typography for decades. I’m good at it, but I don’t design fonts. I am trying to figure out if my love for writing and sculpture will be related as I find more time in retirement.

This also seems to have past life elements. Perhaps. Or a story of some of my European ancestry.

Baby girl must be Oona. Hillary and Kleopatra have the same job titles.

As a child I was captivated by a talented sign painter in the Winona and Wabasha area. Back then all signs were painted by hand, and this painter was particularly gifted with lettering and color. His signs were everywhere. I later found out that he taught at Winona State. He bought a two-story house in Minneiska, overlooking the river, and painted a huge mural of himself at his drawing table, surrounded by elves. Beautiful and charming. That is my memory, anyway. I can’t find anything about him online.

I hear a man talking so loudly it wakes me up. I head downstairs and ask Chris what he was talking about and he says he had been quiet, not said a word. In this house I sometimes hear a distinctive male voice. This seems like an alert to remember my dream, which was about Commons Park in Fridley, where I grew up. Today (Monday, November 22, 2021) Chris mentions it in an article he is reading about the Washburn Tower and metro water systems. One of the wells in Commons Park was closed after I grew up because the water was contaminated. Cancer is common in Fridley, people say. I haven’t dreamt of Commons Park in many years.