TheDreamstersUnion

(Friday, January 30, 2026)

I wake up this morning feeling deeply happy about a dream. The emotion is related to successfully working on my writing stories, although that element does not appear physically in the dream. A pure sensation. Perhaps a dream behind this dream. Some would call this lucidity. Conscious thoughts are the overwhelming element.

It starts out with me dreaming within the dream. I sense both my open, internal mind and the outer physical realm. I am “asleep” in the dream, but considering when exactly to “wake up” because I am sleeping in a large family environment. I don’t want to wake up too late, as I need to interact with my mother and others, including Wyn. The space is in my ownership, even though multiple family members also live here. Such a hard dream to explain.

When I “wake up,” the dream moves from the main floor to the lower floor to the sunny outdoors. One room is full of toys and books for little children, like daycare. Every room is generous and pleasantly decorated. One seemingly small bathroom has two tubs that can be moved around so people are able to rest in the warm water next to each other. Holding hands, if that is their wish.

At the end of the dream I need to drive my sister Jo to the airport. My mother expresses caution about what is happening there.

Day notes:

I think the ending of this dream is about ICE. They arrested 100 clergy at MSP. All of her life my sister Jo has been afraid to fly, so she travels in a car.

Last night I listened to an interview with Robert W. about lucid dreaming. I am reading “There is a River,” a biography of Edgar Cayce. Like Cayce, Robert tells the story of how he healed himself of allergies to summer pollens (Cayce healed his wife of deadly tuberculosis). Robert also describes how to ask for healing or critical information in our dreams. He says to ask three times each night for 30 days. I started trying to do that last night with some success. Incubation.

More and more I have “dreams within dreams.” I wonder why.

Pieces of the dream have faded, but the main effect was my “sleeping” mind.

(Tuesday, January 27, 2026)

I met with Susan’s dream group last night. Susan has an art studio in the Northeast Art District (the California Building), and exhibits at the Art-A-Whirl every year. She says it has been too cold at her studio so she is only working there one day a week. I commiserate. I used to have the peaceful upper floor of our house all to myself, but now my only studio space is in our basement we call “the dungeon.” It is chilled and dreary.

For a year I have been talking about writing stories, including recent conversations with Claudia and Susan. Somehow I have to do this. It is my end-of-life project. Yesterday I shared my dream “Working With A Witch.” Edie the Herbalist agrees to hire me, to give me a job. One of Susan’s interpretations is that I will write stories about my dreams, some that include Edie. Susan also believes I have a healing for my cognitive decline.

One Lakota Medicine Wheel posting I saw online (there are multiple angle and color variations and interpretations): southwest is winter, white, spirituality, white hair, white buffalo, contemplation, healing and dreams. Probably gobbledygook, but it fits my latest Edie dream.

As unpleasant as it is, I will schedule calendar time everyday to spend an hour or two downstairs in front of my computer. Commitment makes things work.

(Saturday, January 24, 2026)

Multiple videos of today’s shooting by federal agents and the ICE OUT protests brought up two sad synchronicities for me. A video that was seemingly filmed (shot!) from a second-story window, or maybe from a drone, showed a building one block away from Nicollet Avenue called “Icehouse.” Right on Nicollet, in the Eat Street area of the Whittier neighborhood, was an apartment building named “Good Dwelling.” A reminder of Renee. Today’s deceased Minnesota resident was an ICU nurse named Alex. ICU: I see you. Both Alex and Renee were 37 years old. 3 + 7 = 10, 1 + 0 = 1

Nicollet is of French origin and means “victorious people.” Cindy just reminded me that Renee’s middle name was Nicole. Nicollet is also a variation of Nicole/Nicholas, which means “victory of the people.” Nicollet Avenue is half a block away from my house. I am praying for victory.

Day notes:

Alex’s death occurred at 26th and Nicollet.