(Thursday, June 19, wedding anniversary)
This morning I dreamt of my dementia but I don’t recall the details. Later today I received results from the Mayo about the genome test I took. No genetic cause. That is good news since I worried Cullan and my grandkids could be susceptible.
I am outside with a small group of men and women. We are all in our 50’s. I am watching Freya. She is my granddaughter. In waking life she is almost 17 months old. In the dream she is around nine months old. In waking life she is walking. In the dream she crawls. The group and I are sitting on a lawn, talking. I am attracted to a man I am talking with. I look up and see Freya has crawled down the sidewalk and is about to crawl across the road. I quickly get up and get her.
I am taking care of Freya until 11:00 at night because Kelsi has to work until then. (my daughter and Freya’s mom). There is a scene where Kelsi and I are told the right door to enter into the small office where she works.
I worked this dream with my dream group up north. This is what I wrote: If this were my dream, I am feeling happy, free (no boundaries) talking with an attractive man which is enjoyable. I am also responsible for Freya. Freya is young and doesn’t know the dangers of the world. If she were apart of me, what dangers am I oblivious about? I do go and “rescue” her, keep her safe. I am now with Kelsi at her work. We are guided to go in the correct door. A door could represent a transition. I am taking care of Freya to 11:00 p.m. (in this part of the dream, I am just with Kelsi at work and not with Freya). I am thinking about the expression: The Eleventh Hour, which means the latest possible time before it is too late. Kelsi has been in a dangerous job because of mentally ill clients that are their own guardians and are not on their medication. One has been violent to a worker and has destroyed property at the home and is now in jail. I am wondering if this dream has to do with Kelsi getting another job soon. I am my 50’s in my dream. This, to me, is the prime of life. I have been supporting Kelsi in her transition.
The other thought that came up with the rest of the group is that this dream is a confirmation for me. I am a good mother and grandmother. After Kevin cut me off, and even before that, I lost confidence in myself.
I can’t find my car in the parking area. It is a light tan color and is an older car. I then find it parked closer to the other two women’s cars.
The man is to interview people for a para position for kindergarten. I am asked or I volunteer to be interviewed to give the man some practice. I say how I like kids; how I use the positive to get them to cooperate, etc. I get excited about actually being a para.
Later, I pick up and put things away. I am being myself and I am about to leave.
