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(Sunday, July 6, 2025) waxing gibbous moon Scorpio / tarot Empress / oracle Ancestral Wisdom

Slept well last night! A long dream that I can remember pretty well:

A female guide is with me for the full dream. In the beginning we walk along the edge of rows and rows of outdoor black chairs, in front of an open stage. I don’t expect this, but she brings to me to the center-front and seats me next to a man who is a bit gruff, convinced he is the important viewer. Even so, I remain next to him. We are the only two waiting in the small front row, but there are hundreds of people behind us. In the dream I do not know who is expected to appear onstage, a musician or a speaker or an actor. I have a blue coffee cup full of little treats for whomever appears. Feeling playful.

The dream shifts to a peaceful bay full of swimmers. My kind guide points out a path ahead of us which is not visible from above. It is an open space under the water that is easy for a safe dive. I enter the still, dark water, surrounded by people frolicking in the harbor. I slowly turn and float towards an older man whose waist is above and thighs are below. I spread my legs as if I am doing the splits (dramatic breaststroke). His body is not as flexible as mine, an irritation for him.

Day notes:

The dream guide reminds me of my godmother Marguerite Wolfe. On The Fourth, Cullan and I traveled to our ancestral St. Mary’s Cemetery in Minneiska. That is the day sixty years ago (1965) that aunt Marge passed away. Cullan did not know we have a family cemetery and was glad to see the stones.

Another guide: Denisea is having her second hip surgery and is unable to do the paint and wallpaper projects she has worked on for years. She went to a retreat in Costa Rica this winter and had a mystical vision which told her it was time for her to do readings for people: “I heard my spirit guide call out to me as a Tarot reader and a Psychic medium, Intuitive, Light Worker, Guide, Sensitive, Empath, and a Healer.” She calls herself Third Eye Tarot Goddess and is doing a reading for me this Wednesday.

I watched a video on YouTube called “Sensitive Souls Break Quietly: Jung’s Hidden Warning for Highly Sensitive People — Few Survive This Unchanged.” It spoke to me and I enjoyed it immensely.

Crabby men in this dream. Women need to be in charge of our world NOW. Patriarchy is too much for me to bear. No kings.

The bay reminds me of my Virginia Beach IASD dreams. Cullan and I talked a lot about dreams on our way home from Wabasha. He has been reading Jung and is inspired. I told him about James Hillman.

This is the day the flood in Texas killed over 100 people, including children.

(Monday, June 30, 2025) waxing crescent moon Virgo / tarot page of wands / oracle Delight

Still many interruptions in my sleep, but dreams nonetheless. The interruptions make remembering the dreams tougher.

In the middle of the night I had this fragment: my bedroom is back upstairs, as it was in the first five years I lived on Rustic Lodge. I am lying on the kingsize bed, on my back. Next to me, on my left, is a woman who is also lying on her back. That woman is me. There are two of us, two “me” dreamers resting on the bed.

Daynotes:

Yesterday Cullan and I rode our bikes downtown to the Pride parade. We ended up standing just a block away from the building where my friends Howie and Jana started the business “Smart Set.” I would often visit or freelance there. Howie was gay and Jewish. Years ago he went out for dinner and a man he met at the restaurant Cafe Wyrd, now called Barbette, murdered him at his condo on Lyndale. The parade made me cry, thinking of Howie and also of the cruel experiences the LGBTQ community must endure. Governor Walz was in the parade and we all cheered as loud as we could.

(Thursday, June 26, 2025) new moon Cancer / tarot Tower / oracle Creativity

I slept well last night and had long dreqms. The one I remember best: I am on a trip to visit my mother-in-law Kay. Nature is everywhere but I think I am in Chicago. Sister-in-law Kathy lives with Mama Kay (what we called her). My white kitty (whom I often call My Angel) is prowling around in Kay’s house. A lot of details have evaporated. There is a co-op of some sort I need to visit but I am told it has closed. I need to find a new, nearby co-op to use until the other is remodeled and open again.

Day notes:

There are no co-ops in Illinois, mostly in Minnesota and California. Cullan and I are considering becoming members of Lakewinds.

I am thinking about creating a trust for Cullan. There are advantages if Chris and I end up in nursing homes but disadvantages for property taxes, as the state pays half of our yearly property taxes (I think of that as co-operation). Kay created a trust for Chris because she was worried about his medical issues.

We have not been in contact with Kathy in years. I wonder if this dream tells me she has dementia. Her aunt Jo had it and so did Kay.