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8/13/24 A beautiful Horse

I am with a woman I do not know in waking life. We get in a large RV with lots of other people. It’s a holiday! I get help from others to get up from sleeping on a mat on a floor. I put another pair of socks on and go out in the hall to a bathroom.

Scene: I get up and go outside and see a beautiful horse. It sees me also and jumps its fence and runs to me. I get up on a mound so I can pet it easily. It wants me to ride it, but I am afraid to do so.

Next scene: I am in the kitchen with the horse now. I open a bottle of pop for it.

Next scene: I sit with the others from the RV and tell them about the horse. I am then getting ready to pack up my things.

Day Notes: nothing out of the ordinary. I haven’t had a horse dream in quite awhile. In the past, hoses in my dream mean personal power. I did turn down going with some women from my dream group, tubing down a river. I worried I could not get up from the tube; that my knee/leg was not strong enough. I regret not going. I really like all the women. I told myself that next time, when I get invited, I will go. I did go out to lunch with some of the women on the 14th which was very nice. Being afraid of riding the horse could be speaking to this.

I shared this dream with the Dreamsters. Here are some more thoughts. I guess the strongest hit I got was that I am ready for an adventure. Because of my knee operation and the healing process as well as being protective of Paul because of his memory loss, I have curtailed any adventure. I also do just curtail myself. I think it has to do with control/security. I like putting on another pair of socks representing “cold feet”. Friends waking me up reminds me of the invitation to go tubing and how that got me regretting not accepting the invitation. I do look at the horse as a spirit guide. If I got on the horse and rode him, that brings to mind complete freedom. Lastly, packing up my things, is a good sign that I am ready to go off on an adventure. Paul and I are going to Lake Vermilion on Monday of next week. This will be good for me and us. It will feel like an adventure.

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Journal: Seokmun Breathing

(Thursday, August 22, 2024)

Yesterday I went to Wisdom Ways, on St. Kate’s campus, for a new breath-work class. It is guided by a neurologist from the Mayo Clinic who does Alzheimers research. He grew up in South Korea and was trained in the Seokum breathing technique twenty years ago. A very kind and inspiring man. At the end of our gentle workout we closed our eyes and relaxed on yoga mats for five minutes. Immediately the inside of my head was filled with a beautiful, deep blue light. Ocean blue. To me that was a message that this class is a blessing for me.

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Protecting Fun, Disagreement With A Friend, Blessing From A Friend

(Saturday, August 17, 2024) waxing gibbous moon Capricorn / tarot six of wands

An early morning dream, about 6 am. My memory of the very beginning seems vague. Maybe I enter the dream from the dark void. I am walking down a tunnel with no images at first. As I continue to walk I connect to a large hotel. I have been staying here for a while, and now it is time to move on. I’m ready to take a shower in one of the cluttered communal bathrooms (looking for shampoo and soap) but there are interruptions. I spend time gathering scattered toys, mostly in the hallways, from a group of little people, family members. I want to make sure nothing is lost for them. I am also being pulled into a conversation with a young man in his twenties with blond curly hair and glasses. He is excited to express his views to me. High energy and enthusiasm. He doesn’t listen, though: he goes on and on and on. It is too distracting for me. I tell him I need to take a shower, and that I enjoy political discussions but not with the right-wing viewpoint.

Bonnie has contacted me in the hotel when I am multitasking with children and Mr. Chat. Because I have so much going on, I don’t quite understood her initial offer to me. She has a legal document in her hands and tells me she is donating about $3,000 to me every month. I don’t remember the precise numbers, although I see them on the colored sheet of paper. Because of my distractions, I ask her questions. My memory is that she is donating money to migrants. No. She explains it to me again and I feel this is a huge financial blessing.

Day notes:

Elements of this dream echo my concern for my grandkids as Cullan and Hillary are separated at the moment. Hopefully they sort it all out in a meeting scheduled for tomorrow. The story about the child sexual predator from their daycare was on the news again last night. I did not recognize the arrested teacher.

The young man reminds me of the Dreamsters conversation with Pat on Monday night, although I did not join so have no idea how it went.

I have anxiety about the huge hack reported this week to everyone’s Social Security numbers, although I did freeze our credit data accounts a couple of years ago. $2,980 is my monthly retirement payment and I never know exactly when it will be deposited in my bank account. Today would be nice. It is recommended to wait to take money from my 401k until age 73 (five more years), so my budget is frustratingly tight.

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