(Tuesday, December 9, 2025)
I remember this as a long dream when I wake up, yet only this fragment is left intact.
I am with a large group of people hanging out together outdoors. A towering man is near me, at least six-and-a-half feet tall. He has dark hair and a very theatrical, eccentric personality, similar to Benedict Cumberbatch playing Sherlock Holmes. There is a highly mystical function in the dream: my body is meant to dissolve, entering “Sherlock” and then playing with the others through his entity. Sherlock’s mane keeps flying up at the back of his head, so I try to comb it down. His lack of concern for being socially tidy delays my timing to enter his being.
Day notes:
The tall man reminded me of Bonnie’s dream incubation about her son Kevin. But my son Cullan lost his very high-paying job yesterday. Multiple times this year I have incubated and asked my angelic, tall dream guide (who always has dark hair, as does my son) to heal Cullan at one of the most difficult years of his life. Sherlock could be my dream guide, or Cullan.
When my cousin Tom met Cullan at my mother’s ninetieth birthday party, he enjoyed Cullan’s eccentric personality.
From Bonnie: I wonder if the combing down of the hair is a kind of healing.