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(Sunday, March 10, 2024) new moon Pisces / tarot Judgment

A friendly, middle-aged man has driven me to my brother Kurt’s new house. He looks like Kurt’s boss, whom I met once, but I think he is one of my dream guides because he is much kinder than the real-life business owner. His house is three stories, spacious, and designed in the recent past. I walk in to take a look, entering a big bedroom, searching for a spot to rest, to take a nap. But my two sisters Jo and Jamie occupy the two beds.

I head down the finished basement stairs to see what I can find. There is a pull-out couch. I consider sleeping on it, but decide to leave. The basement is a walk-out, and I head outside to observe the river behind the property.

It is a beautiful stream with a tall mound on the far side. Green and natural. Yet I see two giant, busy construction vehicles at the top of the bank, and that makes me very sad. There is a neighborhood of houses behind the equipment. I walk to the front of Kurt’s house, towards the road, to ask the guide to drive me home.

Day notes:

I got a text from Paige at 4:15 this morning. She had just arrived home after bringing Kurt to the ER at 10:30 Saturday night. “He is wheezing,” she said. He has tested negative for covid, RSV and a few other infections. His WBC has declined: neutrophils were at zero (1500 is considered low and dangerous). He is in the hospital until Tuesday to protect his compromised immune system. I wondered what the dream’s new house symbolizes, and I now think it means the hospital. He has been getting chemo at the U of M, but went to the Fairview ER at Wyoming, Minnesota, a modern hospital building. A pull-out couch could symbolize ER rooms. This dream happened after Paige’s text, when I fell back to sleep. My experience at Kurt’s dream house made me heartbroken. High-level work is being done behind him, I guess (positive). Or the workers are behind what is needed (failing). I don’t know, but since “The Boss” is helpful perhaps that is a symbol of confidence.

I took Cullan to the Abbott ER yesterday at 5 in the afternoon. He had been on a walk with Hillary, Wyn and Oona. He decided to skateboard down a hill on the way to the creek and fell, breaking two of his fingers.

Prescience: Paige called me this afternoon. She said Kurt’s boss has been phoning him weekly, as a friend. She said they used to think of him as a “jerk” but now he is expressing compassion.

(Sunday, March 3, 2024) third quarter moon Sagittarius / tarot nine of pentacles

This dream ambience feels like it matches my Emerson Transcendentalism environment. The sky is dark-dusk. We are near the ocean and there are many community members moving about outdoors and indoors, between hundreds of neighborhood buildings.

The grey sky, the land and the architecture are full of a powerful energy that I can still feel in my “waking” life. Magical, otherworldly, spellbinding. Even the furniture has wizardry. The living and the structural have creative, elemental cores. But it is very subtle: not everyone in my waking life would sense it.

The character actor Tom Wilkinson walks up to greet me. From my perspective, character actors have a 360-degree talent: they might be a good guy, they might be a bad guy, or anything-in-between. “The Full Monty.” They are very different than handsome, romantic heroes.

I have seen many of Tom’s movies, and I am often mesmerized by his artistic gifts. Bonnie played his 2016 film for me, “The Beautiful Fantastic,” which I loved. He passed away in December of 2023, recently. In 2015 I dreamt of Philip Seymour Hoffman immediately after he died. A quote from that dream: “We have a powerful heart connection. Love and genius emanate from him and penetrate every part of my being.”

Tom’s complex personality unnerves me. I know he is here to become my lover, which I ignore. He is famous. I never will be. He honors my apprehension and we wander together, without a touch.

At one point in our journey Tom points to the right, to my sister Jo. She is in her early twenties but is behaving in her young, elementary-school persona. Bossy, aggressive. She has permed curly blond hair that reminds me of fluttering tree leaves. When I wake up I can’t remember why Jo is in the dream. We move on without her, and Tom guides our hike.

We enter a large building of connected homes that face the sea. He coaxes me outdoors, into a fenced-in patio. The horizon is still dusky, and the waves are dark. A couple is sitting in the next-door balcony, “too close for comfort.” But they leave, and I sit with Tom for a little while.

We talk. Mostly, I listen. He reaches out and takes my hand, bringing me back inside to “our” room, an empty space with a wooden floor and wooden walls. It feels medieval, British (which he is). We both lie on the floor, on our sides, facing each other. I sense golden light on the far wall of the room, at the top of our heads, our crown chakras. I don’t know if a fireplace is there or if it is bright star energy. Because my eyes meet with Tom’s, I see the illumination but not the details of the wall. I feel the glow.

I know that we are going to make love, slowly. The dream ends.

Day notes:

When I awoke from this dream, I was thinking about karma. Perhaps Tom represented my many lifetimes, positive and negative, which may have explained my apprehension. The fear and regret of non-spiritual lives. They all need to be embraced. As I have mentioned, Sabina Lucas said this is my last incarnation. Do they ever really stop? Human ending, I guess she meant. Two of my lives were famous, according to Sabina. She was born in 1933. I wonder if she is still with us.

“Tom” means “twin.” It is one of the most popular Hollywood first names.

I just went to see my old coworker Bill play the lead in “The Music Man.” He was great.

Chris’ dementia symptoms seem to be getting stronger. I can’t convince him to be tested. Maybe the “Toms” in my recent dreams are a reminder of what Jeanne’s friend Tom experienced with his wife’s dementia/Alzheimer’s.

(Saturday, February 24, 2024)

I walk to a local clothing store. It owns the small building. The clothing is young and cheerful in style, for both men and women. They have promoted a generous cash return to anyone who brings a receipt (no products required), so there is a long line of people ahead of me. Yet the line moves surprisingly fast.

I show my receipt to the cashier. I have more long receipts from other businesses but she tells me they are only offering refunds for their purchases. Of course, silly me. She is friendly and hands me plenty of cash. I think about returning soon and buying new spring clothing.

I walk back to another building, heading up short steps of outdoor stairs, but I can’t remember the rest of the dream. There is some kind of fuss between a few people, nothing too overwhelming.

Day notes:

Big surprise! I just checked my bank balance and my first Social Security deposit has arrived. I was told it would not be here until Wednesday, February 28. YAY!

Working with the tax accountants I have had for 35 years, I asked if we can expect a refund this year considering the big income change from losing my job. They think yes. I interpret the other long receipts as attached to Chris’ trust, for which I expect to owe money based on the hot market. I am hoping for an income tax return to spend on a few house projects.

March 2: I just found out we got the largest refund from the Feds and the State that I think we have ever had. A prescient dream!