(Sunday, August 23, 2026)
Tomorrow is Chris’ 71st birthday.
Dream 1: Fragments, really. Bonnie is in the dream. She is managing a clothing project. I don’t know where the clothing goes. I don’t see any in the dream, but I am working on finding particular clothing that match Bonnie’s definition of the wearable bits.
Dream 2: A much longer dream, a dream about constriction. I am staying with my original family (including my mother) in a huge building, probably a hotel. I need a shower, so I grab clothing out of my suitcase, including a black pair of pants and a black-and-white striped t-shirt. I notice that I am taking my last pair of underwear, so realize I need to buy more or wash what I have. The open suitcase is nearly empty.
I search through numerous hallways and find the tiniest shower I have ever seen. An older woman is next to me but she is fine with me showering first. She smiles and walks away.
I can barely fit into the shower. It is very shallow and tight. It also has glass all the way down to my waist: anyone would be able to see my naked upper body as they pass by.
In the dream-shower I mostly focus on washing my long hair. It is nearly impossible to turn, to circle around inside the structure. Hard to breathe. As I end this shower and walk out of the door, I realize I kept my t-shirt on to protect an outer view of my body (because I see many people moving around the hotel). Now one of my tasks of the day is to shop for more clothes, like dream 1.
Day notes:
Yes, I need a shower today.
Spending three days at HCMC (a gigantic building full of people, like the one in the dream) with Chris was highly stressful. I am exhausted. It seems his hearing is nearly completely gone. I have to put my mouth next to his right ear and talk to him very loudly. He adjusted his TV software, adding words, since he cannot hear the audio.
I wonder if the friendly woman in dream 2 was a visitation from Marveleen Peterson (the woman who lived here for 40 years). She was short and had been a nurse. In the end, she could not walk so our neighbor Vicky (who passed away this spring) used to come over to help Marveleen take a shower. Marvaleen died at the age of 96, the same age as Chris’ mom Katherine. She was short too.
This dream has lots of amazing images. Clothes? Protection, identity, persona. New clothes could symbolize a fresh start, new role, personal growth, major life change. Black? The unconscious? White? Adds some peacefulness to the black? Or just a black or white situation. Hallways to me are transitional spaces. Showers? cleansing. It sounds difficult to cleanse, the shower being so small. The woman to me represents a wise woman who cares about me. I wash my hair. Am I working at getting rid of negative thoughts? I keep my shirt on covering my chest/breasts. I think of nurturing. The ending is positive. I am going to find new clothes. A big change in my life.
This dream could also be a compensation dream after your time at the hospital!