I dream of visiting my parents’ home. I intend to volunteer to do some of the painting that is needed but suddenly the interior of the house changes dramatically. The painting is all updated, but the colors are very subdued: beige, yellow ochre and orange. For me, dull and boring. There are also a lot of decorative shelves that are overcrowded. I tell my mother I can tidy the furniture and add some accent colors. But she is not interested.
Day notes:
I always wonder when my daily tarot card is Death. Today I heard that our neighbor’s yellow tabby Nemo passed away. He is the cat in my dream that convinced me to buy our Rustic Lodge house.
Tomorrow I am driving up to Cambridge to do some chores for my parents.
(Saturday, October 7, 2023) moon Cancer / tarot Hermit
This dream begins with a flash, a quick evening scene where I stand outside, part of a large community. I’m near a widdershins, an unholy churchyard corner I read about in a fairy tale.
In the next scene, my maternal grandmother Lenora Sheehan’s ancestral home stands in a busy neighborhood. Lenora passed away a long time ago. The house is full of family, upstairs and downstairs: cousins, second cousins, third cousins.
I walk up the stairs with my granddaughter and see how chaotic it is at the second story. The very large room with a peaked rafter ceiling is overflowing with furniture, knick-knacks and old clothing. I am distressed by the mess, so I ask the upper level spirits, ancestors, to help tidy it up. I’m not sure if they hear me. Most of my family is uncomfortable with spirits.
I head-on down the steps with my granddaughter in hand. The lower level needs work, too, and I tell my relatives that “the ghosts” are going to spruce the second floor. No one believes me, but I walk back up to observe.
The entire space has been instantly transformed. The wooden floor is empty except for rows of rugs that travel from one wall to the other. Immaculate single beds are on top of each rug. The high timber peak feels like a cathedral. I am grateful, relieved and amazed. This is ready for family dreamtime.
I stroll downstairs and find that the kitchen has also been remodeled, in a neutral historical style. My work is done. No need for me to clean and reconstruct.
I decide to tour outside, along the neighborhood houses. The homes are edged by berms made from colorful round stones, like the banks of Minnehaha Creek. Surprisingly, I don’t have my normal strength for daily strides, and I bend slightly to hold onto the rocks, which helps keep me balanced.
A couple my age opens their front door. They don’t notice me but give a lively wave to small children who are on the sidewalk to my left, next to the stone border.
I don’t recall the rug or bedspread colors. I think they had charming but muted patterns. I created this simple image to show the upper floor structure. The room is even bigger than this map.
Daynotes:
I woke up at 3 am on Sunday, trying to remember the word “widdershins” and I finally got it. I discovered a book called “Widdershins: Lenora’s Tale” by Ian and Anne Brown. I ordered it from Amazon.
Half of my neighbors have lived on the street for 50 years or more. I’ll always feel like the newbie.
“If this were my dream” from our Dreamsters meeting Monday evening, October 9:
In my dream, I love holding Oona’s little hand and traveling up and down the stairs together. We have family members from many generations waiting to visit us in our dreams. And not only ancestors, but spirits/entities from other dimensions, other planets, other universes. We are all connected, although usually unaware. Even stones, trees and felines have messages and loving attention for us. My prayer to the guides is for the health of Mother Earth, so that our grandchildren can survive and thrive: dreaming big.
Paul and I are at an RV park. There is a round, flat, object that belongs to me with a piece broken off. Paul hangs it up and puts a pot cover on it. I am disappointed. I walk to see an RV/Bus pull up. I am inside. There is a friendly woman who lives in it. There is a nice kitchen and living area. She has parked by a lake. I walk back to my RV. A dog comes running up barking at me. I let it sniff my hand. It is friendly. A man sprays something into my eyes and asks if I can see better. I say, “Yes, I can!” I am happy.
Day Notes: People who were to caulk our windows said we were not on their schedule and promised they would get to us. I felt unseen. Next, our cleaning person said we had a leak in our water heater in AZ. We had to buy a new one. That would get in on Monday. Our renters arrive on Sunday. I felt overwhelmed. Still nervous we might get sued by first roofer. Also nervous about all the money that has to be spent.
