8/26/25 Getting Along Better with Tom vs. Ted

I am to take photos of a wedding. I pack my camera gear. I have to push it down into one case. I go to the church. I notice that it is a circular church and has these abstract, circular sculptures on its facade.

I am in the church with a group of people. I see the bride and groom come into the church. Then, we all have to move to another church room. (like there are two interiors in the church). I then look for the rooms where the bride and the groom are getting ready. I cannot find them. I ask different people where they are. I get worried that there is not enough time to take photos before the wedding ceremony. I realize that will not happen. The time has run out. Now I am worried that I will not have enough time to set up my equipment.

The scene changes. I am still at the church. Tom and Ted Middleton are there. I am getting along much better with Tom than with Ted. I am platonically physical with Tom and having a nice conversation. We are all in our fifties.

In waking life, I had a serious crush on Ted. I didn’t really let that go until I was around 43 years old. I didn’t really know Tom that well. They are twins. I met them and worked with them one year at Ruttger’s Resort when I was 20 years old. Ted was a photographer. When I was going to take photos for my first wedding job, he helped me with what photos to take.

Journal: Journeys

(Sunday, August 31, 2025)

Yesterday I rode my e-bike with Cullan and the grandkids. We followed the trail to Minnehaha Falls and ate lunch at Sea Salt. We biked to Fort Snelling and then crossed the Ford Bridge to a beautiful trail along the woods and the Mississippi River that I had never ridden on before. We biked for almost 40 miles. Today Cullan and I rode again, this time around the lakes and west to downtown Hopkins, a twenty mile journey. My brain health needs serious cardiovascular exercise. I am trying to ride at least one hour every day (my neurologists tell me to exercise for at least 30 minutes per day). I hope I can still ride a bit in the winter. I love to smile at the other bikers.

Prescient Dream About Painting

(Friday, August 29, 2025)

I have a short, happy dream about painting a room. I feel no pressure. I feel intense joy about the project. A man, maybe Cullan, is in the room with me.

Day notes:

After I woke up, Cullan and I had a long conversation about upgrades to make to our Rustic Lodge house. Cullan said I did a beautiful job painting the inside of the house. He especially loves the dining room. I mentioned that I worked for nearly a full year painting the windows, ceilings, doors, trim and walls. When I look at it all now, I think: “Wow, how the heck did I get so much done?”

I hope a dream about successful painting might also be about Rosalux Gallery. At the end of the year they have an exhibit that anyone can apply for. I’ll send a photo of my ceramic wall sculpture.

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