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(Wednesday, February 24, 2021) waxing gibbous moon Leo / tarot Wheel of Fortune

I have a dream with two separate parts.

In the first, shorter vision I am visiting my grandmother Sheehan’s old farmhouse. When she sold it in the seventies, it had not been updated since her husband passed away from a truck accident in 1938. I guess it had an Irish theme because the outdoor siding was green and the old floral wallpaper and kitchen cabinets were green too. In the dream, a lively young couple have bought the house but made no decorative updates at all. A group of us (friends? cousins?) are taking a little tour. I am very surprised that nothing has changed, that a young couple have made no repairs or remodels to such an old house.

In the second piece of the dream, I am together again with a small group of friends or cousins. This time we are riding in a car together, driven by an aggressive, blonde young woman. The car reminds me of the Volare station wagon we had when I was a teenager and that I later took over from my Dad.

A second blonde young woman is sleeping in the back of the station wagon. Suddenly the fierce driver pushes her out of the open rear hatch of the vehicle. We passengers are horrified as we watch the awakening young woman fly through the air along the highway. Her horizontal body crashes into another car at the edge of the right lane. A young man and woman are ejected from that car. All three roll through the air and crash on the tarmac, dying instantly.

Day notes:

I ruminated on this dream this morning because it was so powerful and I don’t usually dream about violence or death. Yesterday my tarot card of the day was Death, and cards often illuminate my dreams. I decided that the second part of the dream referenced my Luther relatives, who have had at least six deaths from car, truck or plane crashes. I looked at my emails and saw an invitation from Jill Purce for an ancestry Zoom weekend. That seemed related to this dream. Then I got a phone call from my sister Jo, who was heading up to Cambridge to help my Dad get to the hospital. Both my mother and my father are now in the hospital. The Wheel of Fortune card of the day seems to be about fate.

Chris and I frequently wonder why the young couple we bought our house from did not make more repairs. I guess the Sheehan part of this dream tells me to not worry about it.

The Luther part of the dream brings up questions I have always had about my aunt Carol, killed by a pickup truck on her sixth birthday. My Dad and Grandpa were inside the pickup (“Bud” was five years old) but my three aunts were in the back bed of the truck. Did my blonde aunt Mary push my blonde aunt Carol?

I took Wyn to Fuller Park yesterday and met a little blonde girl named Alice. “Alice in Wonderland,” she said. My Dad’s youngest sister is Alice.

Tiger Woods had a bad car crash yesterday.

(Monday, Martin Luther King Day, 2021) waxing crescent moon in Aries / tarot Hanged Man

I’m lying inside a rocking boat. Hundreds of other boats full of people are mid-ocean, falsely enjoying the dramatic waves of a hurricane gaining power. I am surprised by their ignorance, or lack of concern, of the coming danger. I sense their party moods and wild physical presence but since my boat is roped to a small dock, I gratefully step out onto the wooden planks and walk to the shore.

I enter the shopping district of a small, northern town. A handsome, famous actor that I don’t quite recognize is a cashier. He has affection and commitment to protect me. I sadly tell him I can no longer access my savings account, worth thousands of dollars. He makes an easy software adjustment and my money fully, visibly returns to my bank app. I am overwhelmingly relieved. A blessing. Is he a spirit guide?

Day notes:

When I was lying in bed this morning, remembering this dream, a dream I had had over 30 years ago appeared very clearly. Popped into my mind. It was a vivid dream of an underground parking ramp, which I think had been a recurring theme back then. I wondered why it returned now, and so perfectly.

I got the year-end statement for my work 401K today and it was much more than I expected. In fact, it was the amount they had been projecting for my retirement, still three years to come. Of course, there are plenty of predictions of a market crash on its way.

(Saturday, January 9, 2021) waning crescent moon Sagittarius / tarot 5 of pentacles

Chris and I have traveled to join a family reunion organized by my paternal grandmother Helen Luther. We walk up the steep stairs to the upper floor which is large and open like my maternal grandmother Sheehan’s house. Double beds are positioned next to each other with headboards against the wall. Dozens of family members are sleeping in the beds, and I recognize no one, except Helen and my cousin Julie Puck, who are standing in a separate room, looking at me. Both of them passed away many years ago. I sense the presence of my deceased grandfather Edwin Luther and others in this lighted room, but I do not see them. This room reminds me of the bedroom grandmother Lenora and grandfather Bernard Sheehan shared when he was still alive (he passed in 1938).

We have arrived late in the night. I feel very apprehensive about how people will respond to Chris’ depleted brain function. His sometimes angry mood. This was a journey of surprise, and I did not pack anything in our little suitcase. Chris rambles off to interact with the souls in the lighted room. I am too exhausted to do anything but fall asleep.

In my dream I have continuous sleep paralysis. I keep spinning left and right with my upper and lower body to free myself. I’m able to move for a few minutes and then the paralysis sets in again and again. It’s such hard work to overtake the paralysis, but at least I am not experiencing any dark spirits in the frozen aspects of my dream. I am lucid and able to follow events that take place at the reunion while I “sleep.” Dream telepathy. I sense Chris meeting with people in a peaceful manner that makes him happy. They respond to him in supportive ways.

Eventually I am aware that morning has come and most people are rising, dressing for the family reunion. I seem to be the last one to fully wake up and my anxiety returns. What am I going to wear? I neglected packing the little travel box. Thankfully, Chris took care of that for us and I have two hand-painted linen blouses to choose from. I wear my old jeans, but that is OK with me.

I look about the room. It is much larger than possible in physical reality. Hundreds, perhaps thousands of relatives have slept together. Couples in double beds. A few are still sitting in bed as I dress. One friendly dark-haired man talks about his husband from Wayzata. He looks like my cousin Jeff Cox from Ann Arbor, whom I have not seen in decades. I overhear another conversation in the Room of Light about the name of the town where we are meeting. It has three names, all hyphenated into one name. I don’t know what it is.

Finally, I see a beautiful half-wall with perfectly painted white wooden trim, surrounding us all. I am astonished and deeply blessed by the richness of the wall and the house. My grandparents are extremely wealthy. This is a great comfort in the dream.

Day notes:

This dream makes me see another reason for moving to such an old house. Ancestry. The stairs to my bedroom are identical in form to the staircase in my grandmother Lenora’s house. I dreamt of the stairs last week. In the dream an old woman was angrily throwing a small female child’s belongings down the stairs. A day after the dream I found out about a teenage girl who jumped off the Lyndale-Minnehaha bridge and killed herself. There is a large wooden staircase at the edge of the bridge.

This weekend Jill Purce is having a virtual chanting seminar. Later this winter she will do Healing the Ancestors. I have been dreaming of her. One dream was of my handmade cloth purse, but in the dream I had Thursday night she appeared dressed in pure white. Her angelic aspect, which I have dreamt of before. She was able to master physical processes not usually available to older human beings. Manifestation. Many things have manifested for me after attending her workshops.

The large amount of work this house needs to care for it, love it, is like the tremendous healing work my family and ancestors need. I accept both sets of chores.

Denise-Lenore-Luther?

I received an email this week from Ryan Hurd about sleep paralysis, but I did not read it until after this dream.