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(Thursday, September 18, 2025 / waning crescent moon Leo / tarot Wheel of Fortune / Oracle Positivity

This early morning dream has the beautiful, natural, emotional sensation I often experience in my dreams. A positive richness that is palpable in my body and soul. Like the Oracle card!

I am indoors, in a lovely house in a neighborhood I sometimes dream of. The streets curve and curve. Houses are on hills and because of the creative movement of the streets, they all face different directions. I look out a window and see nature, trees and grass and flowers. The sky, though, is dark, like dusk or dawn.

Three children are outside, two boys and a girl. They may be my grandchildren. The boys are next to a stone wall that looks ancient British. Covered by vines. There is a round arch and in front of it are two big piles of rich, black dirt. I head outside to rake the soil back into the earth, to show the children how it is done. But they are playing and move on. A lovely plant full of flowers is nearby and brings me joy.

I notice a tiny hill of black dirt that has been created by hand, maybe five feet tall. Flowers are intended to be planted so that the hill turns into a full bloom. I am trying to remember how the design was done, which flowers go where.

Of course some details have evaporated, but I know I am doing simple projects outside. Some gardening that involves deep digs into the earth. The importance behind this is not just about flowers and trees. Something metaphysical. Maybe climate change.. Maybe human need.

At the end of the dream I am inside my empty double garage. Putting tools away? A man stands nearby. The garage has drywall (with a few dings) and a rough little sculpture with a short message near the open door. Something a child may have done for fun.

Day notes:

I am so grateful to be dreaming again. I mentioned to my therapist that I was worried my lack of dreams was from dementia. I am rereading Dr. Villoldo’s book (Grow A New Brain) and he says dreams are needed for brain function.

Last night I watched the Zoom webinar about Celtic spirituality. It could have been better. But the retired professor from St. Kate’s reminded me that the Green Man is from Ireland. I had forgotten that. My wall sculpture has a white dove at the top (for Sheehan) and a Green Man at the bottom.

I have hired Field Outdoors again, this time to tweak the garden on the edge of the driveway. They haven’t started yet. Maybe they will do it in the spring. Today I spent about three hours pruning the Dogwoods in the backyard.

I remember that Hillary had had a miscarriage a long time ago. Maybe that is why there are three grandkids in this dream.

Sometimes the dark sky in dreams makes me think this could be another planet, not the Earth. Or a different dimension. I don’t know. I haven’t started writing my fairytale yet, but this dream makes me think that the scenes will be in the dark sky, full of stars. A different planet. That feels exactly right.

(Wednesday, September 17, 2025)

When I took off on my bike around lunchtime, I noticed the sixties-era BMW blue convertible I sometimes see parked in the neighbor’s driveway. When I was on the Lake Harriet trail, an older male biker and I saw that our red Specialized-brand bikes were identical. We had a quick chat. Later I biked past him a second time and we waved. The blue convertible drove past me on my way home along Harriet.

(Wednesday. September 17, 2025) waning crescent moon Leo / tarot eight of cups / Oracle Awakening

I move through a door that feels like the one in my old upstairs bedroom. The space I transition from is square and well designed and furnished. Sunny. The new space, also square, looks very much like my “dungeon” basement. Half of the space (where I stand in the dream) was remodeled decades ago. The far half is raw and dark.

I am entering the bright part of the room to do the remodel on my own. I can handle it. I basically need to add new drywall and put in fresh flooring. Then paint.

Before I begin, several younger people (family members? construction workers?) walk in the cheery door and head over to the dark, neglected part of the room. I follow them. The floor looks exactly like the rough stone surface in my waking basement. The walls are limestone. The floor has a crack that opens to a room below. “We can fix this with new flooring,” we say. We notice the far wall is covered with large plastic fabric, like the protection I use when I am painting. One of the young people removes it and we all gasp. Ceiling to floor windows are exposed that open to views of other large, several-story houses. We seem to be on the second floor. I know that this “dark space” will be a lot of work, more than I can do on my own. But we all want the project to begin.

At the end of the dream, I turn to my left and walk back a few feet from the others. I notice the old bathroom I had forgotten about. It needs help too. We will to add it to our list.

Day notes:

This morning, after Cullan dropped the kids off at school, we sat and had tea and coffee together. He mentioned that Wyn and Oona are happy that they now have separate bedrooms at Hillary’s house. “We will be working on that,” I said, and he agreed. We have discussed making the upper floor separate bedrooms for my grandkids, which means we either fix the basement or add a floor to the garage, where Chris and I will live. Interesting that there is a floor beneath the dream remodel (indicating a garage?). And that it looks exactly like the real basement. There is a square room and bathroom in the actual basement that would not be too complicated to remodel. The rest would be a lot of work because it needs a new cement floor and a covering for the stone walls.

I am very worried that Chris might be near the end. He had terrible blood lab results this month and because of those numbers he had to get more blood tests yesterday and today. He can barely walk, affected by anemia and neuropathy. One test result said that the number 1,200 indicates a 90% risk of heart failure. His number is 2,800. He is with a PT today and I asked him to discuss canes and walkers.

Wednesday, September 17: Chris’ eGFR was 14 yesterday and 16 today. Below 15 is stage 5 kidney disease. We texted his doctor asking if he will need dialysis soon.