Ya’ll know where I was last night mentally/emotionally. It was even concerning my daughter. I was doing my best to remain centered, and on the outside I looked the part but inside, not happening. And my girl is sensitive and picked up on my unusual quiet. Before we went to sleep, she wanted to do a tarot read – for herself. So we did, but first I pulled a card just for myself to show her again how to do these things. I had no expectations, which yeah that’s usually a good thing, but last night I was literally detached from it all. The card that came up kind of caught my attention – an 8 (ya’ll know me and 8’s and time travel) – the 8 of wands – which signifies significant and sudden change and to be prepared for that. Aligns with a little book of phrases I open to – that I meditate on each day – and the one I’ve been drawn to lately has been how fast amazing, wonderful changes can occur.
Anyway, she did hers and off to bed we went.
To which I had a dream. Another one with Trump in it. He was guarding this huge mahogany door with black rod iron handle and a skeleton key hole. There was white light bursting through the keyhole. As I walked into the room I said in a commanding voice “Ok what’s going on? What is taking so long? We have a lot of us who are done waiting!” Trump looks over at me – he’s wearing a white, open collared shirt. I realized I couldn’t control a damn thing in terms of releasing the energies behind the door – but I could at least look through the keyhole – which I did (Trump gave me the nod and a hand wave as if to say “go ahead”) and wow. The energy behind the door was palpable and MASSIVE – the pressure felt like what it feels like trying to hold a blown-up beach ball under water. The entire space behind the door was filled with colors of golden yellow and orange. Once I looked, saw and felt, the experience ended.
Cool dream! It’s coming! How come I don’t have vivid dreams like that? And I don’t remember them.