I only remember one image from the dream: Three photos handing on one wall of Elise (their daughter) when she was growing up. And three of Aaron (their son) on the opposite wall when he was growing up.
Three Morning Dreams
(Tuesday, October 22, 2024) waning gibbous moon Cancer / tarot Strength
Dream 1:
I am in my tall castle that is stories above the city street. I look out a window in an upper floor and see two men attempt to break into the front door. They can’t open it, so they head to my left, around the corner of the building. Moving on.
I call first-responders but apologize a bit. I’m not sure if they need to know about two potential criminals who were not successful. But I want to make sure other homes are not attacked.
Dream 2:
I am at my childhood home in Fridley. I want to plant some rosemaries (maybe lavenders?) in the yard, but I struggle to find an open spot. Finally my Dad tells me I can tear up a flat part of the property along the dead-end street. I am surprised, happy, to have such a large bit of their lot for the purple-blue flowers.
Day notes:
Friday, October 25: I think this is a dream about a cemetery (dead-end street and my parents passing. I am going up to see them today. My Mom got home from the hospital yesterday and my Dad was in the hospital last week.
Dream 3:
I am walking along a long, natural pathway in the center of a large lake. On the left side is a beautiful, newly constructed wooden mansion on a beach across from the sandy path. On the right side are smaller wooden homes on another sandy beach. Homeowners for two of the houses on the right are chatting with each other outdoors. I see my old coworker Alysia. I keep walking along the central trail with prairie grasses along the edge. A critical element of the dream happens as I walk, but I have forgotten it. I suppose I feel alone, not connected to the homes and people on either side of my hike.
This lake reminds me of Moore Lake where I grew up. Central Avenue (Highway 65) was built in the middle of the lake.
Day notes:
I received my Mayo Clinic appointments yesterday: December 13 (Friday) and 16 (Monday). On December 16 I have five labs and tests that start at 7 am and end after 5 pm. I booked a hotel for Sunday night. Hopefully driving home on Monday evening will work for me. This gives me a ton of anxiety. I did not know how many tests or what kind they would provide. Now I know: blood test, electrocardiogram, speech and language pathology consultation, PET CT scan, MRI.
Dreams From The Morning Of Oona’s Birthday
(Sunday, October 20, 2024)
I attended two parties for Oona’s third birthday yesterday, so I was not able to write down my dreams. Details have faded, but they both have powerful elements I want to record.
Dream 1: Wyn’s Daimon
I am helping my grandson, about 10 years of age, make an informational phone call. I think it is Wyn. We are using an old-fashioned landline and listening to an instructional guide. I feel like the conversation is expressly for Wyn, so I click on a button to remove myself from the call, but both of us get “hung up.” That makes me a guilty grandma! Yet, the guide immediately arrives in person. He is thin, at least eight-feet tall. He is much more visible than the spirit guides I often dream of. The details of his face, body and clothing are clear to us. Blond-haired instead of dark-haired. In person, a loving friend.
Dream 2: The Thinning Veil
I am in my tall castle and this one seems to be made of fragile drywall covered with pale, flowered old wallpaper. There is no furniture, no yard, just one tiny window. Nearly empty. Even the staircase needs a railing. The rooms are haunted but I push the annoying ghosts away. I go in and out. Each time I come in from the street I find hand-painted artwork that I quickly made before heading out the front door. I am stunned by the beauty and skill of the paintings. Speedy little masterpieces.
Day notes, October 29:
I shared this dream last night and this morning this thought came up: The thin wall of the castle reminded me of the veil between this life and the next. And me pushing the ghosts around means it is nowhere near time to leave this life, even though in the dream “I go in and out.”
We all wrote haikus last night about our dreams. This is mine:
My home feels royal
Ancestral spirits live here
Creativity is joy
Little sculpture I did for our Monday night dream group (October 28).