11/6/24 Two short dreams: !. Cleaning up someone’s shit 2. Not cleaning the inside windshield of a bus

  1. I go to the bathroom at a public place. The toilet hasn’t been flushed. There is lots of BM in it. I flush it. I touch the toilet paper and get BM on my hands. I go to the sink to wash them. Another woman comes in. I tell her, “This is disgusting!

2. I am on a bus. It stops at a rest stop. I start to clean the inside windshield with a paper towel. I think I will come back with some windex and clean all the inside windows. The driver is an older Latino man. I go outside, sit in the sun and read a book. I am almost done with the book. A young man comes up to me and tells me school is about to start and I know the bus will now be a school bus. I realize I will not have time to clean the windows before the driver has to take off. It doesn’t bother me.

Incubation question: What thoughts, values, or beliefs have I outgrown?

I think these dreams are addressing my co-dependence. I am not responsible for other’s shit and/or their inner work.

Fragment: Wooly Grey Caterpillars

(Saturday, Day of the Dead, 2024) new moon Scorpio / tarot eight of wands

I sense the dark, nighttime sky in this dream. Cousins and other family members chat with me on the old Sheehan ancestral land, near the farmhouse front yard. I have a small sculpture I carry in my two hands. It is a little house made of tree sticks. The walls are open and I can see inside. There are two furry, grey caterpillars, one very tiny and one of a good size who starts to grow. As I watch him get bigger and bigger, I decide to walk up the grassy area that leads to the distant road. I tip the wooden “house” so the wooly caterpillar falls out into nature. That is a relief to the baby caterpillar, and to me.

Day notes:

This reminds me of the cardboard house I made for our Monday dream circle.

I will need to think about caterpillars for this dream. Worms come to mind, creatures that enter coffins and eat the dead. Bonnie and Margi visited yesterday, and the near-future of my parents passing came up in a conversation with Margi.

Day notes November 17, 2024:

Reading this dream again gives me prescient elements. The sculpture made of tree sticks must be paper clay. I will begin working on a ceramic design I made a year ago after I finish painting our entryway. The sculpture is three houses, and each house is open on a different side (top, bottom, front). Letting go of the big, wooly grey caterpillar might mean my house-painting is nearly done. Three of the rooms I painted are light grey.

10/28/24 Going to Rehab

I am an observer of a man in his 30’s-40’s. He has black hair. He is being picked up by some authorities and put into rehab. He is being processed. It has been four to five years since he was in rehab. Now I am the one that has been brought into rehab. I am sitting in a circle with five or six other people in rehab. We go around and say what number we are. Some are high numbers and some are low. I say 86 was my highest number when I was in rehab five or six years ago. (I think high is a “good” thing)

Later, I am in a hallway near where are rooms are. I keep using an inhaler. I do this many times. Somehow this is helping me. I then start to go back to my room. I pass these two women who are “odd”‘. One is low cognitive and the other has an ugly face. I pass them going through a room on the way to the elevator. Then I see others going to this restaurant. I decide to go too. There are these long tables set up for diners. I see an empty place at the end of a table. I ask if it is available and it is. I see Linda Barber seated at the table. She is self-conscious about being there. (all of us are at from the rehab). We talk. Next I am cutting up an old t-shirt of hers. It is red. I am to use it for something. Linda also needs part of it. I say she can use some of what I cut up.

Feeling: felt sympathetic for Linda’s feeling of embarrassment. Otherwise, I am feeling neutral.

If this were my dream, it is time for healing-a restoration to my healthy self. I am not resisting. I went through a healing 5-6 years ago. Maybe my masculine self did some healing then-more confidence out in the world. At that time I experienced freedom, change and transformation (86)- also let go of negative stuff. Now I am in a transitional space/time (hallway) in my life. I am breathing in spirit for healing (inhaler). I pass by two women; one is low cognitive and one is ugly (in the past I did not have confidence in my intelligence or my looks). I take the elevator down into my unconscious and to a nurturing place (restaurant). I see Linda Barber who represents my happy, friendly side. She is embarrassed. I can feel embarrassed and get defensive when Kevin accuses me of different things like orchestrating everything. I cut up a vibrant, casual top to be used for something. I share this with my happy friendly part. I am ready to get back into life.

I breathe in spirit

A vibrant nurturing

I am restored to life

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