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(Winter Solstice, 2022)

This dream takes place in my universal, unlimited square-footage house. I’m taking a shower, getting dressed and preparing to travel to the office, when I notice the clock. It is five in the afternoon, quitting time. I am done with office work! Now I have time to spend my efforts on my old house. There is a baseboard near the front door covered with wood putty that needs sanding and painting.

I walk back a few rooms. One hallway floor has four kinds of brick and stone. When I wake up, I realize those different cobbles are centuries apart.

There is a back door that is vivid in the dream but now has dimmed in my memory. Through the door window, I see another house, very close. This entryway is next to a large square room with two identical, energetic ceramic sculptures hanging on the wall next to each other, with a window between them. The ceramic is white with colored glazes, in dramatic majolica style. Circular bases, plates, three-feet in diameter, hold large human heads that are mythical, historic in nature, that I can’t quite identify. They remind me of jesters, the blowing North Wind, magicians. The majolica patterns around the plate edges look like the Wheel of Fortune (the tarot card I draw on Christmas Eve day.)

I decide to clean the room’s stone floor, paint the walls white, and turn this open space into a playroom for Wyn and Oona. The dream ends here, but after I wake up I have an early vision from the dream. My tall male spirit guide shows me that the dream goes back immeasurable generations. Perhaps a past life dream.

Day notes:

I babysit Wyn and Oona on Cullan’s 40th birthday.

When I wake up from this dream, I think of the Ben Franklin dream I had years ago: there was a white bust over a fireplace that turned out to exist on the entryway door at Franklin’s birthplace on Milk Street in Boston.

February 28: This is a premonition. I lost my job of 18 years on January 3, 2023.

(Thursday, December 22, 2022)

A few days ago I was awake before dawn (as usual!). As I rested in bed, I looked left, through the bedroom door into my office. In both eyes, the color in the office was deep red, not grey morning shadows. The red wasn’t illuminated, not a light. It seemed more like a subtle radiant from the internal of all of the elements in the room.

“Red symbolizes energy, passion, strength, courage, physical activity, warmth and security. It is associated with the heart and blood.”