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(Friday, August 4, 2022)

In the dream, I am lying in bed with my spouse Chris. Perhaps we are sleeping in a hotel, or in a large apartment complex, because I crawl out of bed and walk through the bedroom door to a large locker room.

I am naked, at least from the top. I cover my breasts with my arms and open a locker to grab a bra, underwear and daytime clothes. It’s early enough in the day that the locker room is empty of other people, although I hear them speaking in connected rooms.

When we are both dressed, we head out to our car with our two children. It is at this point of the dream that I realize we are African American. The children are small, one boy and one girl. The vehicle is old but functional, all we can afford. Perhaps we live in low income, subsidized housing. The back seat of the car is folded down, and the children lie flat. I have some anxiety about their safety, so I don’t want them to be visible. I love them.

When I wake up from the dream, it feels like a past life that Chris and I shared. Or a life that is somehow connected to this one, but very different.

(Wednesday, July 27, 2022) new moon Cancer / tarot 9 of cups

Bonnie and I are at a conference, sleeping in separate hotel beds. She has scheduled the exact time when we are to wake up and get dressed. I resist. I want to keep dreaming. I desire rest, vacation. Even in my sleep, I am conscious of all of the conversations and presentations at the event.

Finally, I get up and Bonnie is dressed, ready for our travel. The black blouse I grab from my suitcase is very wrinkled, so I need an iron. A secluded, extremely anxious and suffering woman is hidden in a large closet. She hands me an iron and ironing board through the closet door. The iron is full of water. It starts to soak my blouse, and I pour the water out, twice. Once the black blouse is dry and ironed, I find it very elegant. Bonnie and I move on.

Day notes:

This is a very literal dream. Pat had COVID at the IASD conference and had to quarantine in his hotel room, which made him extremely sad. It is a normal function for Bonnie to schedule the bulk of our adventures when we travel together (flights, hotels, etc.) The elegant blouse seems to symbolize my black wings artwork that was exhibited at the conference (and which I had to repair). We experienced a monsoon in Green Valley that poured nearly 8 inches of rain in one hour. Bonnie and I agree that we no longer want to attend the dream conference.

(Tuesday, July 26, 2022)

I dream of three siblings who are dwarfs and look like characters from Lord of the Rings, but are a little taller. Nearly normal in height. Two are brothers and one is a sister. They are broad and strong. One looks very much like the carpenter Lenny who managed our summer porch repair project. The three wear brown clothing and shoes. Their hair is brown and so are their eyes. Earthy magicians.

I have a close relationship with the dwarf who looks like the carpenter, but he starts to walk away and I see how fractured and damaged are his legs and vertebrae. His steps are awkward and off-balance, as if this is Chris’ scoliosis, broken hip and broken thigh.

The second brother is starting to come together with me as his disabled brother moves on. The sister is supportive, but she remains in the background.

Day notes:

“Lenny” could be a nickname for my middle name Lenore. Leonard means lion-hearted.