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(Saturday, November 29, 2025)

In this dream, timeframes coexist. It is ancient times, the era at the end of dinosaurs and the beginning of mammals. And it is also the present moment. I am standing inside of a large house, near the kitchen windows. Humans must be very careful about heading outside because of dangerous, wild creatures. The natural environment is green, full of trees and very hilly, with broad, sandy pathways that have been traveled by thousands of living beings.

Four little capsules pop up on the window ledge. I know they are medication needed by animals, so I take them outside and toss them on the ground. I go back inside. I see an older woman dressed in embroidered black clothing, quickly walking on the trail. She surprises me. I hope she is safe. She is brave.

Day notes:

An odd waking timeframe: I am sick on Monday, well on Tuesday and Wednesday, then even sicker on Thursday and Friday. Fine today.

Snowball needs one blood thinner prescription every day. The round pill needs to be cut into quarters. He consumes one quarter of a pill daily, placed inside of a clear capsule.

December 16: I shared this dream yesterday with Susan’s dream group. Susan’s interpretation was about the global stress humanity is experiencing at the present moment, and that resonated with me. It made my body shake. Today I am starting to work again on my Edie fairytale (especially inspired because of dream member Patty’s story about her completed children’s book). The woman with black hair and clothing in this dream seems to be a witch, even though she wears no hat. Edie.

(Friday, November 28, 2025)

Yesterday Cullan and I went on a ton of errands together. He was driving my car and took a quick left from Nicollet to 48th street. Just as we turned the corner, we saw (for the first time) Hillary’s new boyfriend getting our of his car and heading into her house. Cullan’s old house.

(Saturday, November 29, 2025)

The latest morning dream. Very vivid, as they always are,

My old friend Bev, whom I worked with at our WordWeavers co-op in the late ’70s, invites me to a professional movie project in a large studio building. I meet the director, a man in his forties or fifties. The building is tall, multi-stories, but completely open. There are no stairs or ceilings (except for the wooden roof). The structure, the walls and windows, are beautiful dark wood, not cement or steel or bricks. Maybe red cedar. Yet modern.

I wander around while Bev works with the filmmaker, and get a disturbing message at the end of the dream: Bev is dying of cancer.

Day notes:

I misspelled “stairs” as “stares.”

Bev is another writer friend. She was a director at Dharma Field Zen Center (near my Exercise Coach workouts). She wrote a spiritual blog for many years but I have not been receiving her writings for a long time. Even though I love Bev, her writing style did not resonate with me, kind of the same as my reaction to Mary’s writings. Bev must be the screen writer in the dream, is my guess.