(Thursday, September 18, 2025 / waning crescent moon Leo / tarot Wheel of Fortune / Oracle Positivity
This early morning dream has the beautiful, natural, emotional sensation I often experience in my dreams. A positive richness that is palpable in my body and soul. Like the Oracle card!
I am indoors, in a lovely house in a neighborhood I sometimes dream of. The streets curve and curve. Houses are on hills and because of the creative movement of the streets, they all face different directions. I look out a window and see nature, trees and grass and flowers. The sky, though, is dark, like dusk or dawn.
Three children are outside, two boys and a girl. They may be my grandchildren. The boys are next to a stone wall that looks ancient British. Covered by vines. There is a round arch and in front of it are two big piles of rich, black dirt. I head outside to rake the soil back into the earth, to show the children how it is done. But they are playing and move on. A lovely plant full of flowers is nearby and brings me joy.
I notice a tiny hill of black dirt that has been created by hand, maybe five feet tall. Flowers are intended to be planted so that the hill turns into a full bloom. I am trying to remember how the design was done, which flowers go where.
Of course some details have evaporated, but I know I am doing simple projects outside. Some gardening that involves deep digs into the earth. The importance behind this is not just about flowers and trees. Something metaphysical. Maybe climate change.. Maybe human need.
At the end of the dream I am inside my empty double garage. Putting tools away? A man stands nearby. The garage has drywall (with a few dings) and a rough little sculpture with a short message near the open door. Something a child may have done for fun.
Day notes:
I am so grateful to be dreaming again. I mentioned to my therapist that I was worried my lack of dreams was from dementia. I am rereading Dr. Villoldo’s book (Grow A New Brain) and he says dreams are needed for brain function.
Last night I watched the Zoom webinar about Celtic spirituality. It could have been better. But the retired professor from St. Kate’s reminded me that the Green Man is from Ireland. I had forgotten that. My wall sculpture has a white dove at the top (for Sheehan) and a Green Man at the bottom.
I have hired Field Outdoors again, this time to tweak the garden on the edge of the driveway. They haven’t started yet. Maybe they will do it in the spring. Today I spent about three hours pruning the Dogwoods in the backyard.
I remember that Hillary had had a miscarriage a long time ago. Maybe that is why there are three grandkids in this dream.
Sometimes the dark sky in dreams makes me think this could be another planet, not the Earth. Or a different dimension. I don’t know. I haven’t started writing my fairytale yet, but this dream makes me think that the scenes will be in the dark sky, full of stars. A different planet. That feels exactly right.
