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Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Sweet Dreams

The book said it would happen, but I wasn't sure I believed it.  The author stated that getting to know the tarot might expand your consciousness enough to access the super-consciousness, most likely through the subconscious mind.  I hoped it was true, but it seemed too good to be so.

Then a few nights ago we had a terrific wind storm here.  I'm not sure how hard it was blowing, but I know I closed the windows because I was a bit worried it would rip them off the house.  Now, this is nothing unusual here in Southern Ontario.  We get winds like that fairly frequently.  What was unusual was the clarity of the dream I had that night.

Prescient or clairvoyant dreams are not unknown to me.  They happen infrequently, a handful of times a year.  But they are usually hard to understand, and I don't usually interpret them correctly until after the fact, if ever.  I just know what they are because they feel different than normal dreams.

Not so with the dream I had on that windy night.  I dreamt the garden gate was blown open by the wind.  Simple, clear, unmistakable--it was our garden gate, it was nighttime, and it was windy.

The next morning, I remembered the dream just as I let the dogs out.  I rushed to the window to check the gate, and sure enough, it was open.  The only thing stopping it from being flung wide was a nearby tree branch on which it was catching.  I rushed out and found that the hardware had been damaged, torn off one side of the gate.  I managed to finagle it shut temporarily until I could get back to the garage to grab a couple of bungee cords to secure it more firmly.  And all before the dogs noticed it and managed to get out!

Besides being EXTREMELY useful, having a dream like that was wonderful, and delightful (and a bit scarey)!  All in all though, I hope my psychic gifts continue to noticeably improve. I turned my back on them once before, but I don't plan to do it again.

There's no way I could say "no" to information as useful as that!

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