Dreams are funny.

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I dreamed last night that I was living in a deck of Tarot cards, moving from card to card by walking over small bridges made of starlight. The deck was not like any I recognized (not Rider-Waite or Robin Wood or Fairy Wicca or Dragon or even Vertigo), but everyone and everything was inhumanly beautiful. Like, high-definition shining light in a glade beautiful. The most terrifying card was the Tower. The Devil looked sort of handsome. Death was gorgeous. The Hermit had one of the shiniest cloaks I'd ever seen.
At one point I got stuck between the Queen of Wands and the Queen of Cups, and the only way to get to the next card was to absorb both Queens temporarily and push myself. Obviously not symbolic of anything there, nope, I certainly don't have traits related to both cards, haha. And then, unexpectedly, I was shoved into the High Priestess card and I stayed there for a while, absorbing her temporarily. Of course, this is also not at all symbolic of traits that I also have. Nah.
At the end of the whole journey, I met up with my youngest cat, Rose, between two huge trees, and I picked her up and walked over a curved wooden bridge toward a small suburban house. Before I could open the door, the dream ended.
Dreams are funny.