Wiccan Whirlpool

As you can see from my last post, I haven’t had any time to keep up with this, but my dream two nights ago was rather exceptional in its straightforward imagery. Rarely am I given such a warning, it’s always a puzzle that I need to digest in order to discover some new and tedious thing about my psyche. It was like going in for a one-card Tarot reading and pulling out The Tower. In fact, it was pretty much just that. Read the rest of this entry »

The last two nights were both filled with craziness, but since I didn’t write anything about the earlier dream down it’s just some vague impressons for now.  But last night involved the ghost of a dead girl, a key that wouldn’t fit an apartment door, some weird apaocolyptic book and lecture series, and an exercise facility.  Oh, my husband was in it, too.

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