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05/06/2023

5/1/23 Wanting to Get Pregnant

I want to get pregnant. I am not in a relationship. There is a young man about 30 years old, who lives across the street from me. He agrees to be the father. Other neighbors have a prejudice against the man. I yell at them.

I walk over to the man’s house. I start to cry because I realize I also want a relationship as well as a baby. I am then sitting in the living room on the floor with my brother, Dan, my sister, Chris, and the young man. The man asks when I ovulate. I feel embarrassed and change the subject. I don’t want my brother and sister to know that the man will be impregnating me.

Scene where I see two prostitutes. One of them gives birth and leaves the baby. I wrap the baby up in some material. I walk to the young man’s house. When I am walking through the neighborhood a large German Shepard barks and comes towards me. I keep saying No! to the dog. The male owner comes out and asks for my name, my phone number and where I am going. I am on Baker Road (road close to where I grew up). I do not tell him anything.

I walk to the young man’s house. He is fixing something for a man. I wait. Chris comes. We go to another room. I show her the baby. It does not look like a baby. It looks like a transparent fish. It is having trouble breathing. I tear open the wrappings. I don’t know how to take care of it; what to feed it, etc.

Day Notes: Flying to Seattle today to visit Kevin and his family. Also, we will then fly back to Minnesota for six months. Paul and I are not sure what Antonia will be like. The previous year she was not in a good place and we did not feel welcomed.

05/06/2023

4/25/23 Restrictions on an Artist’s work

An Afro-American artist creates ten paintings. He is then not allowed to create any more by the Mayor of the city. Then he can convert one of his colored pictures to black and white. Then, he can convert the other nine to black and white. Lastly, he can create more colored paintings, but they have to be a smaller size. (I am not sure what the paintings look like). The artist is very patient.

04/29/202305/02/2023

My Future House That Needs No Work, Grounded In A Natural Environment

(Saturday, April 29, 2023) waxing gibbous moon Leo / tarot nine of pentacles

Chris drives me to a large shopping center. I enter on my own and head to a spot where architects are selling small plastic house models that represent actual prefabricated homes. Quite a few years ago, small modular homes were introduced (I saw one made in Minneapolis at the Walker Art Center) but now they seem out of style. Locus Architects on Nicollet used to sell them. At one point I thought about having one placed on a country lot, a prairie yard.

In the dream I decide to buy one. No one else does. I interact with a female, Asian architect. I’m wearing a simple, yellow, cardboard mask whose eyes have straight, un-round bases, perhaps Asian or Indigenous. I tell her the mask is protection for my eyes, which makes no sense, as my eyes are red and tearing through the open-eye slits in the mask. I give her $2,400 or $240,000 (unsure of the numbers other than 24) and she hands me the toy model.

I walk away and meet Linda, an old friend from Wayzata I haven’t seen in years. She asks me about Chris and I bluntly express the frustration I have living with him. A negative emotion on my part that I’m sure would disappoint and surprise Linda, although she had two marriages that failed.

I head outside, looking for Chris to drive by the frontal road and pick me up. Cars and cars pass rapidly by and I never see him. I give up waiting for Chris and dash across the street. It’s dangerous, but I make it to the grassy land on the other side of the road.

I meet with a distant relative who is open to giving me access to a few acres in his large, ancestral prairie property. It seems like a very good plan for me and my beautiful new house.

Day notes:

I often wear an eye mask at night or early morning to help me to sleep past dawn. I was wearing it during this dream.

Prescience (May 1):

On Beltane my friend Bean and I walked down Nicollet for a brunch at Wise Acre restaurant. We passed by a Lustron house that is for sale at 5050 Nicollet (50 + 50 = 100, my current address). Lustron homes (prefabricated enameled steel) were modular homes created post WWII by an architect from Chicago. Chris’ dad was an architect from Chicago and he loved Lustron homes. I was very tempted by this house and looked at the MLS listing online. It is beautiful inside and a reasonable price.

Bean reminds me of my old friend Linda. I walk with Bean and I used to walk with Linda. I met them each at two former employers. Their personalities are quite similar: a little bossy and vain but also very compassionate. I don’t know why I would dream of Linda instead of Bean when there are obvious precognitive elements of the dream.

The fast, busy traffic in the dream reminds me of Nicollet, a major city street.

I have actually been more peaceful with Chris recently because I think he has the beginnings of dementia, which Bean and I have been discussing. Some of my stress after losing my job is winding down, too. I feel more relaxed.