Monday, July 12, 2021 (waxing crescent Leo, tarot Empress)
I’m visiting my ancestral lands in Minneiska in the dark of the night. The farmhouse and barn are not visible, not part of the dream as I remember it. A young crew, perhaps my cousin’s grandchildren or residents of Winona and Wabasha county have built a strange, small building where people stay overnight.
I enter the “cabin” and look for my spot to sleep. The construction is odd, haphazard. Lots of raw wood is visible. Angles are not 90 degrees or 180 degrees. Everything seems to have been collected from ReStore or the Salvation Army and thrown together in various rooms.
I enter the only bedroom that is generous enough in space for me, but it is already taken by a young woman. Her backpack sits on the floor. Another room has bunkbeds that are three-high but too tight for an adult to rest inside. All of the other rooms are too eccentric for my sleep. Perhaps this is a youth hostel?
I continue to meander. I open a wooden trap door along the baseboards of one room and find a dog. It’s his home. He is living beneath the cabin. The dream is full of structural details, most of which have faded away.
I decide to head outside. My heart senses the energy of my grandmother and grandfather. It is very strong and fills the sky, the universe. I send them my love.