TheDreamstersUnion

I am walking in a somewhat hilly, grassy field with a three year old boy named Sanders. He sees a chipmunk and runs after it. There is a large opening in a hill where the chipmunk runs into. Sanders follows him. I see that it is a large, cave-like room. I cannot stand up in it, but Sanders can. He runs over to where the chipmunk went. There are other rodents in there as well-squirrels and other chipmunks, etc. I freak out and yell at Sanders to get out. I fear he will get bitten. (Paul had to wake me up because I was yelling in my sleep).

(Saturday, November 5, 2022)

This dream takes place in a green row of bluffs. The environment is completely native, but not “wild.” It is evening: peacefully beautiful, like rural England. I have often dreamed of this kind of place.

At the top of one gentle hill I stand next to illuminated beings dressed in royal robes whose colors are muted and patternless. Simple, flowing. Their clothing feels Edwardian, not Victorian.

A tall and elegant female guide tells me I will be granted a home and property here. They will build it for me. Very few humans are allowed to live in these elevated and fertile acres of heaven on earth. I am beyond grateful, and it is hard for me to believe that I am being presented with such a miracle.

(Monday, All Hallow’s Eve, 2022) first quarter moon Aquarius / tarot eight of swords

I meet with a wise woman, close to my age, who guides me to a German spirit reader, either Gretchen (Bonnie’s deceased mother-in-law) or Dr. Sabina (a teacher of past life dreamwork). I give the psychic a book full of beautiful colored photos of Gretchen’s old house on 49th and Stevens. Many of the pages and images have note-marked questions from me.

Time passes and the wise woman guide returns the book from the psychic to me. Clear pages that are made of a thick, soft substance are attached to the book, but all are blank. This frustrates me. I ask the guide why the psychic gave no answers to my questions. She doesn’t reply, but my intuition tells me that messaging will gradually appear on the pages.

Day notes:

I met a reader at Present Moment named Martha who didn’t answer my questions. She was focused on the spirit world in my house, which doesn’t concern me, as my house dreams are not frightening. Because I told her of my dream where spirits from a mass murder flew to me in the void, she did recommend a great book, “Hands of Light.”

I visited Gretchen’s house on Sunday and the upper floor had not changed much at all in decades. The empty attic felt ancient. My cousin Tom, who has lymphoma (and who grew up a mile from here), has a wife wife named Gretchen. When they were first married they lived on 49th and Nicollet. The wise woman in the dream reminded me of the kind, friendly realtor.

I am also reading “Hagitude” by Sharon Blackie. Wise old women.