I had this dream in the middle of the night. I am taking care of Dclan (4 years old) and Grayson (22 months old). These are my niece’s from Tucson’s kids. Declan keeps running off and at first I go after him. The last time he does this, I decide to stop chasing him.
In waking life, Declan is a live wire and does go running off! I wonder if this is a message to stop “chasing” Kevin.
I am in a boat on choppy water. There is a man driving the boat and four, younger, native men. We are being driven to a resort. I am to give ice cream to the native man that is “mine”. The men are all lined up (I think we are out of the boat, now). The ice cream hardens and creates a backing.
Note: I am rewatching Dark Winds, a series that takes place on the Navaho Nation.
(Sunday, December 28, 2025)
There is a medium-size room in this dream that used to be my workspace, but has transitioned to someone else. Kitty-corner, there is another room that is now mine. I move back-and-forth to a closet in my former space that is full of work-related equipment. I find bits-and-pieces that are part of my old computer desk. I am able to reconstruct it in the new workroom. A little complicated, yet I manage. Cullan seems to be in the dream, wandering about. The environment is not modern: it is a few decades old, although it does not feel like an office. It is a home with dark wood floors and furniture. There are rooms ahead of my workspace that are not yet visible to me. I sense people, including children, “in the future.”
Day notes:
Cullan now lives in my old workspace upstairs. He uses part of it for his computer workspace. The grandkids have an art desk upstairs that they use for painting and drawing. We all went to the Mia a few days ago and visited a professional photographer friend of Cullan’s who had an exhibit near the Mia. Cullan has been talking about spiffing up the downstairs studio for me so it is more inspiring. Dreary right now, kind of like the environment in the dream.
Cullan and I visited my parents on Friday. We had sad conversations about my youngest sister and my brother. My brother owes over $200,000 for his cancer surgery and my sister will lose her house if she does not get a job very soon. Cullan has a few upcoming job interviews and I hope they go well.
The dream does remind me of my forced retirement. Someone is probably using my old office space and desk.
