Yesterday I had this dream.

I was with my mother as we walked into a hall, in this large room was the psychic fair. As soon as we entered a lovely oriental small woman reached into a rack of clothing that held robes. She took out two oriental robes, she helped my mother first put the snake/dragon & wizard robe on. And, then helped me put the blue lightning robe on over my clothes. They were excitted and laughed as they remarked how the dark haired psychic already predicted my physical appearence. We went to see this dark haired psychic like almost as if we were destined for her to give us a reading. I sat down at the folding table, she flipped the round cards from her deck of tarot cards. each card she flipped was so accurate for me that I smiled and felt at home with her reading. She informed me of how I need to practice psychic protection. Told me I need to have a place to practice other than my home, and wondered why I have not begun my practice. Another card she turned over told her that I smoked pot and how it helps me on many levels; I responded to inform her I had quite smoking over a month and a half ago. She insisted that she was guided to say that it was of great benifit to me. Then, she turned over the next card which she began telling me the story of three women that I would be involved with, though I thought she was meaning something else or of the past, and this card was her prediction to come.

I took a seat after thanking her at a long waiting tables, while I waited for my mom to have her cards read.

This dream somehow changes...

Its another day now.... I am with Richard and we are in an apartment. This apartment is new to me, its like we just moved into it. There was some kind of front door issue. The bottom of the door kept sticking and on morning I woke up to go outside and the bottom of the door was lifted up and the nails that held it down were now up and bent. While I tried to unstick the door jammed, the middle of the white wooden door fell out and I was bumbed over the now missing wooden piece of door. As one could see right through it!

Going out in the small town for a walk, I began to have da-javu. Instantly I recall what that lovely dark haired psychic had spoken to me at the psychic fair. And like telepathy her words echoed through my minds ears. She spoke about this feeling of da-javu and I followed until I saw this signe and small coop building on a hidden small street. I knew what to look for and once found I walked into the building to discoved two older women arguing. Quickly I witnessed the oriental woman chop of the hand of the other woman. I saw what the psychic telepathed to me, at the side of the wooden boards was a golden statue of a foot high budha. Soon as I saw it something clicked within me, became bright as light inside and somehow the oriental short woman could not see me, as if invisable. The mad oriental woman with the meat cleaver left the shack / coop of a building. When she did leave I raced quickly to the woman that just lost her hand, fast I took a white cotten clean rag and wrapped her hand so she did not loose much blood. She knew me and knew this was coming, that I was coming into her life. She told me to close the street and go now before the mad oriental woman could return, or worse. I left kind of puzled over what she said and yet knew she spoke of truth, could feel it deeply inside. As I crossed the street the younger woman expected me, took me quickle up to her apartment upstairs. She knew my name at sight and I followed her up the stairs to her apartment. Inside the darkend apartment this woman said she was expecting me, I looked exactly as she expected i would. Inside, she informed me of how she had my things, what I needed and what she was to give me. do you want the pot or the hash? What ?

She was not a smoker and did not know the difference between the two. She handed me the wrong bag and when I told her the difference between the two drugs, she replied that she did not know. That I had already gave her the two and she understood somewhat about why I did not understand what was hapening. Something to do with the power of forgetting to create. She said something about it was understandable why I could not remember yet and said she was informed about my unique psychic abilities and how time loops through dimensions of multiple realities before they join together. She was to help make sure I did not fall into the bad ones , that she was to hide me until I was safe. The knock on the door came, loud and like a crash. she took me through her apartment and into a back room. I quickly remembered the closet in another da-javu moment, jumped into the closet. I covered myself up with clothing and blanket that was inside the closet, and she closed the door. It was quiet and I could hear with sensitivity. Somehow it was not danger at her door and someone that she trusted , she led back to the closet to where I was hiding. The closet door opened and I heard a woman say my name and I sat up and slowly and reluctantly took the blanket and clothing off of me. I saw light at the opening of the closet door and felt it to be safe.

EOD.

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