(Thursday, October 30, 2025)
Today I spent hours with my cousin Tom, biking and hearing his stories about the history of the Kenny and Tangletown neighborhoods. When he visited my mother’s 90th birthday party, I asked him: “Do you remember what Winona means?” He did not, so I said, “The first-born daughter. That is me.” He then combined my grandkids’ names into Wyn-Oona, which sounds nearly like Winona. Now he often calls me Winona.
(Thursday, October 23, 2025) waxing crescent moon Scorpio
A dream about my parents’ house, completely different than the one they own in waking life. I am their child, not sure at what age I am in the first part of the dream. Denise in my teens or twenties, maybe.
I take a look at this house for the first time, even though they have been here for quite a while. The yard is tiny (not enough room for play) and I ask if a gravel part of the edging can be made into grass. The interior has not had any updates. I ask if that can be done too, particularly the kitchen and bathroom (needed in my Rustic Lodge house). In real life my parents have not done any substantial remodeling in the full 35 years they have owned their Cambridge house. They ignore me in the dream.
I move outside again, this time to the back. It has expanded to a grassy beach on the edge of a huge lake or ocean. Much of the grassy land is slightly underwater, perhaps the rise of the tide. I walk along it. My father and someone else are standing near the perimeter, close to a potential fall into the deep, dark water.
The dream shifts back into the house. Now there is a large, connected section that is for work. Office space. Even so, it is nearly empty, like the other side of the house. My age seems to have changed, as I wander around with my grandchildren, Wyn and Oona. They find a few toys inside various wall cabinets. I find a witch’s jeweled black hat that is on the top of a mysterious electrical device. Maybe computer-related. I pull off the bonnet and show it to my grandkids. It is short, like a trumpet flower. In the dream it reminds me of my Edie story. It feels like a gift.
Day notes:
The emotion of the dream is disconnection to my parents. Sad loneliness. Such an irritating dream I didn’t really even want to write it down.
I got a few emails yesterday from Susan. She is speaking at an art event Monday night (Minneapolis Convention Center). A member of her dream group that I have not met yet is taking down an exhibit she had at the MIA. I looked it up and it was one I visited with Wyn and Oona. We LOVED it. This all makes me feel I have not focused on art the way I should have in my life. Regret. It also makes me committed to writing well, until my words are gone.
I need creative office space in my house. I gave up my quiet upper story to Cullan, Wyn and Oona. Chris has a lovely studio, but I do not.
I am with a young girl about eight years old. I am drinking water from a glass with a small opening. The girl wants some. I take off the top. She sees that the water is mixed with juice that has some pulp. She does not want to drink it.
My friends, family, and cousin, Jill, come to pick me up for my doctor’s appointment. I do not have my phone, but do have my purse. The van they are in is stopped on a busy city street. There is a sailboat on a trailer right in front of it. The sailboat is on the shoulder with no vehicle attached. It was left there. I get in the van in the back seat. The van pulls out into heavy traffic.
I am dropped off at the clinic. I end up working with a Physical Therapist. He is middle aged, mostly bald and pudgy. We are at a pool. I do not have a bathing suit. I take off my top and just have my new (in waking life), black bra on. I leave my pants on and get into the water. The PT has me do an exercise. A young girl of about 10-12 years old walks by and teases me because I do not have a bathing suit. Then the PT is called away. He tells me to swim laps on this section of the pool. It slants up a bit and is fairly shallow. Then the water disappears all together. I get out. I decide to get my top and leave. I see the PT. I tell him the only thing wrong with me is my soft tissue in my knee. I then worry if my friends/family will be there to pick me up. I don’t need a doctor!
I have had three “waiting dreams”. This dream I am to see a doctor and see the PT while I am waiting. I waited for a spa treatment in an earlier dream and that never happened. Then the dream on the same night as this one, I am waiting to have my pap smear and that never happens. I had a colonoscopy not too long ago in waking life. It was close to a two hour wait and I got very frustrated. No one came by to say how long it would take. It triggered my invisibility complex. These three dreams have to do with my body. I think these dreams are a “series”. This dream seems to have a resolution in that I make the decision that I do not need to see a doctor and will no longer wait. I worked this dream a bit with my sister. She thinks it ha to do with me doing so much work on myself: therapy, grief class, reading books, etc. I have done my due diligence and it is time to enjoy the benefits.
