Thinking globally rather than locally is wind mother, whatever conclusions humanity arrives at, sacred truth will remain sacred truth.
And, then, the way of the cross, is to travel alone, but this time the card is reversed.
These from tarot before bed.
And then, another dream, (the day after the previous I posted here) this time more specifically about garbage.
In the name of dream games and extra clues to go on, the quick, non-thinking title given is End of Summer and the associated feeling was great difficulty in waking up.
Garbage along both side of the road is immense (walking down the hill towards the west) and I see a machine that comes after the haphazard trucks and cleans it up. Like the heaps of garbage are purposefully dumped and then purposefully picked up.
But, I am walking on the road with my kids and explain to them how difficult it is to get it all and as a result garbage is still piling up. I am doing my best to pick up small scraps, but this never ends.
Back home, Thad’s truck is parked where it normally is and then one is stolen, but back one vehicle? I think it’s the older car, but then I see that it’s the Accord, my main car. I think it gets stolen twice during the dream. First time, I find it’s not gone just moved into the garage and second time my car has been replaced by a Volkswagen beetle (old and white) also parked in the garage and I’m not even sure if it runs and that’s what has been my replacement car. I open the back door and it falls right off, heavily if opened.
Something with Mary Lou (my neighbor now deceased) and a line. She doesn’t know, but at the same time does? City tells me I must have communication with her. I end up walking in her house and she’s lying on a bed with someone, but I can’t see who. She tells me Roger stays on the toilet a long time to read Rolling Stone.
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