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larians came home early and we both crashed out in bed, kitties suddenly behaving like angels; the three of them are still there sleeping deep. It's all so peaceful and I feel so much better.

Dreamt of a place of many bus stops, a man who told me that his mentor warned him that sometimes influences 'deeper than the soul' drove us to depths or heights. He gave me a tiny book of prophecies and self-help, affirmations, that kind of thing; but the book's spine was broken, held together by a slim cord; at one point I tried to add a crayon drawing to it, but I stopped before I really started. Then I read something I found ridiculous or could not empathise with at all - in any case, I had had enough - and, half laughing, half shaking my head, decided to get rid of the book. I was going to throw it away when an old lady who ran a second hand shop/stall asked me if she could have the book. I gave it to her and left her reading it while I wandered away. Interesting dream as books are a very powerful personal symbol for me, an intense feature of my life; those I have lent out never came back, and I don't recall throwing a book away ever. Tisn't something I do.