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smokingbootLast night, for the first night in ages, I went to bed in a state of neither high nerves nor total exhaustion. I felt really calm and serene, happy actually; don't know how that happened, possibly the addition of roses to the garden; three chirpy little floribundas and my beautiful velvety one. Now in the spirit of good companion planting, I want to plant some garlic around them. I replanted a lot of my teeny conifers and heathers - the latter grow in such abundance they were in danger of smothering up the dwarf pear tree, so they have been moved to a less cramped distance...the lavender has been left though, because I love to see the blue flowers touching the tree's lower branches. And I fell asleep feeling very good. Then I had some odd dreams I record here, for my own memory rather than any special interest.
Two doctors were staring at my hands. The fingers were splayed, and if you put pressure against them, they didn't move at all. They weren't painful or lacking in feeling; they were just inflexible and tough. The doctors were concerned and kept trying to put pressure on the fingers but nothing worked, and they wrote me out what seemed like dozens of prescriptions.
A strange kind of etching on glass that revealed itself the longer you looked at it; I didn't know if I was drawing it or watching it materialise; an owl could be seen, and two coiling snakes. The snakes came to life and they were just gigantic.larians and I set up a situation where they guarded the front door of the house from within. They would attack anyone who tried to get in, but their affectionate greetings to us were a little alarming, as they just slithered around us in endless coils, and tripping over them was unavoidable.
Two men, both of whom I loved and trusted; they had tried a kind of sky vehicle, that shot high into the air and had to be navigated down; it seemed to work kind of like a ball shot from a cannon. They had risen 35?350?000 miles high, and were encouraging me to join them. Of course I was going to, but I was a bit scared. They told me not to be, that all we could do now was go higher and higher.
The repetitive aspect of the dream is the number 2: Two female doctors, two hands, two snakes, two men I loved. Probably means something about choices. Whatever.
And now, breathe in and out, time to greet the day.
Two doctors were staring at my hands. The fingers were splayed, and if you put pressure against them, they didn't move at all. They weren't painful or lacking in feeling; they were just inflexible and tough. The doctors were concerned and kept trying to put pressure on the fingers but nothing worked, and they wrote me out what seemed like dozens of prescriptions.
A strange kind of etching on glass that revealed itself the longer you looked at it; I didn't know if I was drawing it or watching it materialise; an owl could be seen, and two coiling snakes. The snakes came to life and they were just gigantic.
larians and I set up a situation where they guarded the front door of the house from within. They would attack anyone who tried to get in, but their affectionate greetings to us were a little alarming, as they just slithered around us in endless coils, and tripping over them was unavoidable.Two men, both of whom I loved and trusted; they had tried a kind of sky vehicle, that shot high into the air and had to be navigated down; it seemed to work kind of like a ball shot from a cannon. They had risen 35?350?000 miles high, and were encouraging me to join them. Of course I was going to, but I was a bit scared. They told me not to be, that all we could do now was go higher and higher.
The repetitive aspect of the dream is the number 2: Two female doctors, two hands, two snakes, two men I loved. Probably means something about choices. Whatever.
And now, breathe in and out, time to greet the day.
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