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Insane dream last night. I was falling through a bright blue sky, crashing through rows of stained glass windows painted to look like Tarot cards; Rider-Waite, I think, although some cards resembled cats and others resembled dragons.
I crashed through every single card. That's a hell of a lot of stained glass windows. I didn't receive a single cut, bruise, scrape, or wound of any kind, but by the end I was quite sore and tired. I remember that as I fell through each card window, a burst of white-gold light flared through me. After a while, I just spread my arms and relaxed, because seventy-eight windows stacked into the sky beyond the clouds takes a while to fall through.
I really have no idea what it could mean. The most obvious answer I came away with was to find someone to give me a good Tarot reading because I shouldn't give myself one. There are some Tarot readers on my friends list. Does anyone want to help out? I can pay you a little. We can talk rates or something.
I crashed through every single card. That's a hell of a lot of stained glass windows. I didn't receive a single cut, bruise, scrape, or wound of any kind, but by the end I was quite sore and tired. I remember that as I fell through each card window, a burst of white-gold light flared through me. After a while, I just spread my arms and relaxed, because seventy-eight windows stacked into the sky beyond the clouds takes a while to fall through.
I really have no idea what it could mean. The most obvious answer I came away with was to find someone to give me a good Tarot reading because I shouldn't give myself one. There are some Tarot readers on my friends list. Does anyone want to help out? I can pay you a little. We can talk rates or something.
