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(Saturday, August 10, 2019)

I’m in a busy, confusing environment, so populated and high-energy that it affects my memory of the dream. In a messy, wide communal kitchen, I try to feed Lola and her large, male feline friend. It’s hard to gather the correct food, food uncontaminated by trash or flying debris. I keep placing small cans on the floor for kitties but end up finding two ornate, pale cerulean-blue crystal goblets to use for their meals. That pleases me. It’s still vigilant work to provide healthy food, but I won’t give up.

Day notes:

The building structure in the dream matches the Hollyhock lodge on Cortes Island BC. The lodge provides an open countertop with coffee and tea pots, pitchers of infused water, cups and glasses, a sink and a bouquet of garden flowers nearly six feet tall. On the left side is the kitchen, on the right is the dining area. In the dream I feed the kits on the left side. In the dream the kitchen is on the right side, not visible to me.

Lola and I have growths in our endocrine systems, hers in the pituitary gland, mine in the thyroid. Benign thus far. I had an ultrasound on Friday because the nodule has grown and is affecting my ability to swallow. Lola had an MRI in April of 2018. Most felines survive pituitary tumors for only 4 to 10 months. I will have my results in the next few days. My guess is I will need my third biopsy.

Chris was diagnosed with a UTI on Friday. He has been hospitalized twice with sepsis from urinary tract infections, nearly dying the first time. Then, the nurse told me he had a 50–50 chance to make it through that night. His new, wholistic doctor was on top of it and called us Saturday morning with prescriptions, including probiotics. I am grateful to her because I was quite fearful I would need to be on 24-hour alert for symptoms of sepsis (severe hallucinations, high fever).

I shared this with our dream group on August 12. Some feedback: cats are highly sensitive, intuitive, elegant and symbolize the creative impulse. They are healers, restoring inner balance and peace. Of course, they are called the “familiars” of witches. My tarot reader Marlene once called Lola my familiar. Goblets indicate friendship and god’s presence. I realized as we worked the dream that I feed Lola with two ceramic teacups which once belonged to my godmother Marguerite. Sacred little dishes, at least to me. Claudia also told me the story about how she worked with traditional Chinese medicine and acupuncture on her two thyroid nodules. I made an appointment and met with Dr. He.

(Saturday, August 10, 2019) moon waxing gibbous Sagittarius / tarot five of wands

My universal self and my dream self knock on the door of my family’s old log cabin in Wahkon. My mother answers and lets us in. It’s a two bedroom cabin, as it was in my childhood. The interior lighting is dim: that’s how traditional log cabins are. The rafters and walls are dark old timbers. The floor is wood. The dream door is on the west side, not the south side as it was in physical reality. I don’t see Lake Mille Lacs or the forests or any other cottages. This lodge is definitely suspended in dreamtime.

My dream self looks quickly at the small, comfortable living room on the right and moves ahead to the far bedroom, on my left. My universal self hovers overhead, following. I have work to do in the sleeping chamber.

Day notes:

Dreams since returning from British Columbia have shifted. They have a consistent “higher self” perspective. Atman: self is the subject which perceives. I’m in the the thick of the dream, yes, but the prominent experience is viewing myself in the dream story. I have had quite a few of these in the past. I love them.

My last dream before Jill’s retreat was in a room with walls, floors and a ceiling of wood. The actual round house we met in at Hollyhock in BC had a fully wooden structure: walls, floors, ceiling. For me this is about family tree and the tree of life.

(Sunday, August 4, 2019) moon waxing crescent Libra / tarot Chariot

Long dreams last night but one of the only remaining fragments is of Wyn standing next to Cullan and Hillary. He is much taller than his father, and wiry-thin, as Cullan was in his early 20s. I think Wyn is in his late teens or of college-age. He has beautiful, dark, thick hair. The energy surrounding the three is supportive. Wyn is independent and calmly witty.