(Sunday, November 25, 2018) waning gibbous moon Cancer, tarot Sun
I am having a chat with my grandfather Edwin Luther in a large, celebratory environment. It feels like a holiday party for a community of people who don’t all know each other but do live in the same area. St. Paul. He is cheerful and friendly, happy to be with me. Not his personality in his past incarnation, where he suffered deeply from bipolar disorder. My memories of him are of an angry, aloof man who did not like children. Family members at his funeral were relieved at his passing.
Grandfather Ed tells me he graduated from Cretin Durham Hall, and that my grandmother Helen’s father owned a business in St. Paul, which is how they met. None of these things are true in waking life. I did find out during our Thanksgiving dinner that my grandfather’s agricultural degree was from the University of Minnesota. I had thought it was from the University of Iowa. The U of M agricultural campus is in St. Paul.
After socializing with my grandfather and others I walk up a tall set of stairs into the open air. Lola is sitting on one of the steps. I pick her up and take her to the vet. She is doing well.
I return to the underground party room. A beautiful, large clown loach fish is being put into a new aquarium. The fish is famous. People are enjoying viewing him through the glass.
I leave for a second time, walking up the stairs. Lola again sits on a step, but this time she is in failing health and great pain. I pick her up, carefully and gently, bringing her back to the animal hospital. I am very sad I cannot heal her now.
Day notes:
Chris’ grandfather was a street car driver when he was getting his law degree from Hamline. It makes me wonder if the two men could have met in the post-WWI time period.
This seems to be a dream about grandfather’s current incarnation. I think he is telling me that he is much happier in this lifetime. I appear to be walking up from a catacomb, a between-the-lives dimension.