TheDreamstersUnion

(Saturday, December 20, 2025)

This starts in a dream scene I had many years ago, a building that houses my old waking life design job at a company in the North Loop called Merit Printing. There is a quick shift to a different space, a separate building for commercial businesses. I stand inside with a large group of friends and acquaintances (men and women), then we move to an outdoor field. The grassland is near a lake (also from a past dream). We are joyfully gathering in a spontaneous circle, laughing and chatting with each other. I am hanging out with a woman who reminds me of both Cindy B. (from Victoria’s dream group) and Patty H. (from Susan’s dream group). A very inspiring, powerful female. We all begin to play some kind of verbal game, and I have difficulty. Aphasia. But no one seems to notice.

Day notes:

My skill with words has noticeably declined in the last couple of weeks. The sorrow from Cullan losing his job has been very stressful. And the cold weather reduces my exercise options.

A little while ago I did a three-card tarot reading about my semantic dementia. I expected very negative, minor arcana cards. But these are what came up:
Past: three of pentacles (teamwork and collaboration)
Present: The Lovers (relationships that provide support for well-being)
Future: The Sun (vitality, healing and positive energy — a good omen for recovery)

Christmas Day: This fall I had been reading two books from the 1990s that contain information about Edgar Cayce’s channeling on dementia. He recommended an electronic device that no longer exists. A few days ago I watched one of the last interviews with holistic neurologist Dr. Norman Shealy. He talked about using TENS (transcutaneous electrical nerve stimulation) for cognition, and I looked up the device. There is a new article on the NIH about TENS and dementia. So I am going to try it (buy it), in addition to my acupuncture:
https://pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/articles/PMC12056508/

(Wednesday, December 17, 2025)

The dream begins with me sleeping in bed with Chris. He roles over on top of me. He is very, very heavy and it takes a lot of strength to push him off. I move out of the bedroom to a middle room, a room between the kitchen and living room. I have the sense of having dreamt of this exact house before. It is my house, but a young man is visiting, and I meet him in the empty space. A room without furniture.

We walk into the kitchen and do a little work together, cleaning and getting ready for breakfast. It is early morning, maybe 4 am.

The dream switches to the outdoors, the sand prairie. My grandmother Lenora is working with other ancestors to create a celebration, a fancy picnic. There are two long dining areas that are covered, tented. They feel like mazes, as there are tall grasses inside. I walk to the first one, expecting to enter the space and choose my own meal at the expansive buffet. Two socially-confident, middle-aged men, maybe chefs or waiters (who feel like actors, comedians), step in front of me and hand me a large white porcelain dish. They start to fill it with chicken or turkey. Meat. Being a vegetarian, this upsets me. I walk around them and head into the tent.

This must be the picnic area for non-family members: the buffet and tables are full of conversational friends, people I do not recognize. Because I know none of them, I move on to the tent behind this one, the buffet for my ancestors and relatives. The dream ends quickly here, and I think the space is empty.

These are the two buffet tents. The black lines represent the area to walk inside the tent.

(Tuesday, December 16, 2025)

I just reread my first Edie dream (from 2012). Victoria is right. When you go back, back, back to old dreams, things pop up. The male friend in the dream is a tall, slender man with dark hair. He stands behind me, on my left, touching my shoulder. Obviously these days I know this “character” is my dream guide, but I did not know that at the time of the dream. He tells me Edie is the village librarian, the keeper of all knowledge. Her library is the Akashic Records.

There is also an element to the Big Dream that I remember but is missing in my writing: a dark and empty alcove with a medieval stone fireplace. Orange flames are crackling. I view the room in the dream but I don’t think I enter it. That might be the chamber where Edie waits while I head up the stairs to the upper story (and turn into a fairy).

Is the dream guide my higher self? It seems so. Denisea says he is an angel.

From Bonnie: The Edie dream would make a great fairy tale!