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Almost Sex Dream

 Today I am thankful it is Yule. 

Unfortunately, there is no time to celebrate. 

Apparently, it's a very magickal day.  It's said that the planets are aligning in a beneficial way in a way that has not happened since 1200 a.d.. 

I never looked it up, so I don't know.  I'm just reporting what a Shaman told me. 

Last, night I did a couple of rituals for people I know. 

One charity needs money. 

A friend needs a job. 

I want to stop dreaming of a former friend, so I still light little white candles and ask that whatever he wants be brought to him for his highest good. 

It's so weird dreaming of someone who dislikes me and being worried about him. 

Oh well - maybe I just need to find something to keep me busy. 

So, I said that same prayer for myself on a different altar. 

My candle burned cleanly. 

The others, not so much. 

The white candle for my former friend is now leaving a lot of wax - that's a bad omen.  It means there is something he needs to overcome to get what he truly desires (whatever that may be - it could be that he dreams of winning the lottery but never buys a ticket). 

The same thing happened for the person who needs a job. At least her candle set off the smoke alarm.  That means that spirit is trying to find her something better than the opportunity she's looking at. 

I'll have to keep doing the rituals until the wax starts burning away more cleanly.  

I probably burn through 50 white candles a week now. 

*****
I had another dream of a man from the past. I'm pretending to be in denial - like I'm not exactly sure who the person was in the dream.  It was obviously someone who knew me. 

It was more of a nightmare than the ones where people were  injured. 

Somehow, I think that intimate dreams where people are hurt are far worse than breaking a limb.  Bones heal - hearts.....well....they take a lot longer. 

I'm in a house I used to rent when I was very young. 

He's visiting. 

My stalkerish ex is watching through a window. 

A beautiful woman with long dark hair is watching too. 

This guy tries to put the moves on me. 

We have an audience. 

I'm not into that kind of performance. 

I look around the room and see baby clothes near where we sat. 

Those should not be there.  Maybe I bought them to donate to work? 

Or maybe it's a bad omen. 

Then I see the woman with the long dark hair as she's come into the house.  
I point at her and I ask why she's watching. 

Then I realize she's either in a relationship with this person or wants to be. 

Gosh, she's beautiful. 

I gotta get out of here!  

In typical Siegfred fashion......

(wait for it....)

took a page from Monty Python 

Yeah,
 
I ran away. 

When he started to chase me (with my stalkerish ex trailing behind),  

I taunted them with my horrible singing voice singing a chorus 

Don't touch, back up, I'm not the one
Buh-bye
Listen up, it's just not happening
You can say what you want to your girlfriends
Just let me have my fun tonight
A'ight?
Then there was final insult. 

A voice yells 

"You're not half as bad as you think you are!" 

I wake up.  


My subconscious mind is crazy. 

When I dream of this guy, I lose a lot weight. 

This must be a new diet plan. 

I'd really like to lose another 20 pounds. 

But - 

I'd rather work out, or ride my bike or something. 

This is kinda creepy. 

There must be a warning in that dream. 

Maybe I just need to get a prescription and find a new boyfriend to give me newer material for the  dreams. 

The creeped out look I get when I wake up is going to make me wrinkle. 

Hugs, 

S. 







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