(Thursday, October 23, 2025) waxing crescent moon Scorpio
A dream about my parents’ house, completely different than the one they own in waking life. I am their child, not sure at what age I am in the first part of the dream. Denise in my teens or twenties, maybe.
I take a look at this house for the first time, even though they have been here for quite a while. The yard is tiny (not enough room for play) and I ask if a gravel part of the edging can be made into grass. The interior has not had any updates. I ask if that can be done too, particularly the kitchen and bathroom (needed in my Rustic Lodge house). In real life my parents have not done any substantial remodeling in the full 35 years they have owned their Cambridge house. They ignore me in the dream.
I move outside again, this time to the back. It has expanded to a grassy beach on the edge of a huge lake or ocean. Much of the grassy land is slightly underwater, perhaps the rise of the tide. I walk along it. My father and someone else are standing near the perimeter, close to a potential fall into the deep, dark water.
The dream shifts back into the house. Now there is a large, connected section that is for work. Office space. Even so, it is nearly empty, like the other side of the house. My age seems to have changed, as I wander around with my grandchildren, Wyn and Oona. They find a few toys inside various wall cabinets. I find a witch’s jeweled black hat that is on the top of a mysterious electrical device. Maybe computer-related. I pull off the bonnet and show it to my grandkids. It is short, like a trumpet flower. In the dream it reminds me of my Edie story. It feels like a gift.
Day notes:
The emotion of the dream is disconnection to my parents. Sad loneliness. Such an irritating dream I didn’t really even want to write it down.
I got a few emails yesterday from Susan. She is speaking at an art event Monday night (Minneapolis Convention Center). A member of her dream group that I have not met yet is taking down an exhibit she had at the MIA. I looked it up and it was one I visited with Wyn and Oona. We LOVED it. This all makes me feel I have not focused on art the way I should have in my life. Regret. It also makes me committed to writing well, until my words are gone.
I need creative office space in my house. I gave up my quiet upper story to Cullan, Wyn and Oona. Chris has a lovely studio, but I do not.