TheDreamstersUnion

06/04/2023

6/3/23 Two, Connected, Cathedrals being Renovated

I am with Denise. She drives us to an old cathedral which is really two cathedrals that are attached to each other. She had read about them. We go in. The cathedrals are huge and open to each other. They are being renovated. There may be a few workers around, but they are not noticeable. I have forgotten my camera and feel disappointed. However, I have my phone and will take photos with it. I see a huge, headless statue at the end of the second cathedral. It is brown. The inside of the cathedrals is white.

Denise and I talk to a nun. She is dressed in street clothes. She is in charge of the school associated with the cathedrals. She says the teachers have just had a meeting. The school is a recent addition to the cathedrals. Denise talks with the nun. I stand by. Denise tells us how the other day she was riding horses with her two nephews. Denise and her nephews got separated, but she knew a short cut and they reconnected. They were riding near the cathedrals. I picture them galloping and enjoying themselves.

I can tell that Denise is interested in teaching at the cathedral school. I suggest she gives the nun her card. She does, though, she is not comfortable giving her the one she has. It is more “commercial”, brightly colored with some portraits and flowers.

06/03/202306/03/2023

Cleansing And Costume

(Saturday, June 3, 2023)

Chris and I are in a large room in a commercial building. The room is the size of a gym, the same dimensions. A huge, empty blue plastic pool fills the floor of the room. He is distracted by his paperwork project, but I enthusiastically ask if I should get the pool filled and ready for Wyn to play. He says yes.

I get down on my hands and knees to begin cleaning the plastic pool. It’s a lot of work and it takes me a long time. But my energy and emotions are very upbeat. Happy.

Once the pool is ready to be inflated and filled with water, I move on to a communal shower room. The shower curtains are floral-patterned fabric. I notice my old boss Louis is sitting outside of the shower space and can see who comes in and out of the curtained area. This gives me no concern at all. I enjoy my cleansing shower.

I find my dressy clothes, I suppose in a gym locker room, and put them on. I walk to the pool. My dream observer sees how pretty and eccentric my dress and jacket are, a style similar to what I wore in my 30s when I was a “clothing horse.” I feel full of fun.

Day notes:

Chris and Louis are Virgo artists. Both of them always copy other art. They don’t create their own subjects or styles.

06/03/202306/06/2023

Now I Work By Hand

(Saturday, June 3, 2023) full moon Scorpio / tarot Moon

Last night I looked out my bedroom window at the large, golden full moon. It rose up and hid behind an oak tree. I listened to a podcast from Rupert Sheldrake about terminal lucidity (end of life). Then I fell asleep. Dream:

I am sitting at a table with my old creative director Louis at a busy coffee house. He shows me an ad he is working on. He has a temp contract with our former employer, hired by the writer Nan.

The ad looks messy to me, especially the font and the tiny, unreadable text, which is no surprise. Louis is not as good a designer or typographer as I am. He is happy, but I am angry that they have rehired him instead of me. I am the better choice for design.

I decide to create a beautiful card to send to Nan, to push my skillset (she was new when I was laid-off, so we don’t know each other well). I travel all the way to Chicago, to Highland Park, to work on the art project at my friend Anne’s historic mansion next to Lake Michigan (Anne has a doctorate and is working on a fall art exhibit).

I putz in an old-fashioned, handmade way on the words of the card. No computer, yet some kind of virtual calligraphy. It’s time-consuming, but pleasing.

My dream observer sees Anne driving towards the house. Anne is shocked that I am there. She didn’t know I was coming. How did I get in the door? Because of her distraction, she swerves and almost hits a giant box. The box looks like a colorful, strong sculpture. She slams on the brakes of her SUV.

Then Anne enters her house. I don’t have any guilt for being there. I show her my art project. I’ve also brought a gift for her daughter, a yellow Wall Street Journal from the late 1800s. I call her Margaret, but her name is Madeleine. Anne is happy to see me, although both she and my dream observer are surprised by the way I show up at her house. Unannounced.

Day notes:

For months I have been discussing visiting Anne, but have made no plan as of yet. She just remodeled her beautiful guest room. I sent her an email with a photo of one of my clay projects, and she gave me good feedback.

Tuesday, June 6: I receive an email today from Anne that includes a photo of the birthday card I sent her in May.

I expect I will see Louis and other former coworkers soon at Rick’s funeral (June 22).

I have to design an invitation card for my father’s 90th birthday party. My brother’s partner Paige initially planned to make the card at Walmart, but I reminded her I am a designer and would like to be in charge.

I am designing a new clay project that will include a small book with handmade words. A woman near Lake Nokomis will fire my pieces.