1/4/24 Four Dreams:

  1. There is a Japanese transgender performer. I see him/her after the show with his/her wife and baby.
  2. There are three of us holding babies. We are getting tired.
  3. I am with my sister, Sheila. We are eating small cinnamon rolls. We are talking about our nephew, Patrick. Sheila tells me that he cried when she was driving him and other cousins home. That morning she had gotten up early with Dad.
  4. The dream starts with Paul and I holding two babies; one is a little older. They don’t cry even though they have not been fed in awhile. We are at a card making place. A woman touched a part of the machinery and messed it up. The store is where a person gets down on the floor with something attached to his/her forehead. (about the size of a forehead light) They are in front of a camera. The camera takes a picture and cards are made from the picture. They are lovely cards.

I go into a room to get something. I see my sister, Molly, sitting on the floor outside of the room. In the room I see a long, medium green snake. At first, I don’t know if it is alive or real, but then I see its head move. It is a beautiful snake. I go and tell Molly about it.

Svitlana: Both a baby and a snake make me think of a new life, a renewal.

A thing a noticed about the two babies: Hercules strangled two snakes in his crib. A snake sent by Hera! Hercules had a twin brother named Iphicles, so that could be the two babies in the crib in my dream.

Christian: I go to a storage room, which perhaps symbolizes my unconscious, there I find a snake…”the snake, as a chthonic and a the same time a spiritual being, symbolizes the unconscious.” (Jung)

Toy Story

(Wednesday, January 3, 2024)

Cullan and Hillary are busy partying with her family and friends. Cullan is doing his share of duties in the kitchen. He is a bit tired and stern. I have some toys and a story I want to share, particularly with Oona. I walk into their house through the kitchen door, unannounced. I leave a tiny blue plastic phone on the countertop (just one-eighth of an inch thick) and tell Cullan he needs to click a button to get my message.

Day notes:

My Christmas gift from Cullan was Storyworth. Each week I get a different question from him. I tell one of my life stories, and add photos. I think it is his intention that my grandchildren will have history after I am gone. Jeanne Guignon has been working on a similar project for her family.

In the evening after this post, I got a text from Hillary. She is going to be out of town with friends on an upcoming weekend. Cullan will be taking care of the kids (kitchen work!). I was asked to babysit Oona so Wyn can go to a birthday party. So this short dream feels prescient.

Lake Effect

(Wednesday, January 3, 2024) three-quarter moon Libra / tarot Strength

A dream influenced by the tsunami warning in Japan, I think.

I live in a house on a bay, one that reminds me of the small harbor along the town of Isle on Lake Mille Lacs. It is a seventies-style two-story house with living spaces on the upper floor and a two-car garage beneath it, on the main floor, facing the lake. A tuck-under garage, I guess, although it is not underground. Space for boats and cars.

Cheerful friends and family share our house. They are interacting and having a good time together. I am full of fear, though, because there has been a warning of high-level waves coming toward the shore. I am terrified that the tsunami will crash and destroy our home. Kill us. Construction workers are outdoors, getting ready and protecting the house. Not enough for me, since they add no plywood to the windows and doors as they would for a hurricane. The window screens are open and I close them. I watch the handymen connect and seal the garage door to the driveway with a piece of aluminum. Snowball has been enjoying moving in and out of the house, so I put him inside of a bedroom and close the door.

It is dusk, nighttime is coming. The storm will arrive in the darkness. I do not understand why my companions are unworried about the drama and roar of the wild current that is predicted and on its way. I consider fleeing into the woods and coaxing my friends to join me.

There is more to the dream that I no longer remember. It is full of emotion. Terror. Although it may turn out that I am wrong about the danger. I don’t know.

Day notes:

One year there was a very powerful spring storm at our Mille Lacs cabin. The waves actually rose above the shore and hit the front porch, damaging the 1909 log siding.

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