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Nothing is quite as simple as it seems today, yet we can't figure out the source of the complications. What we see is not what we get while the dreamy Pisces Moon dances with Neptune. Additionally, our thinking is fuzzy as mental Mercury forms an anxious aspect with nebulous Neptune, blurring the margins of reality. Meanwhile, an otherworldly Sun-Pluto connection indicates alien interference as intentions from other dimensions leak into this one.
I woke up at about noon and had a hot bath. I enjoyed the hot bath while Peter slept through until about 4:00 pm. I took my pills and at about 5:00 pm, I went back to bed in a natural state but cold. I fell asleep as soon as I warmed up. When I woke up at about 6:00 pm, I was in the middle of a dream.
My dream was blurry at first. When details started to emerge from my mind, I realized that I wanted and was in a haunted house that had a green grass floor that was so comfortable to me. I looked up and saw a bright sky with little puffy clouds floating past. The walls were in the form of castle walls, high with little brick stonework and narrow slit parapets and towers. On the south side of the castle walls, there was an opening that formed a ledge above a dark deep water pool. I looked at the water that reflected much more than the sky above and wisps of steam rose from the hot water. I stood on the grassy ledge for long moments, enjoying the comfort and scene below me. I sat down and thought about the things that were on my mind in those moments.
I began to wake up and my dream dissolved into reality. I looked up at the squadron of WWII fighters flying above me hanging by string from white hooks. I admired the details I had taken such care with on the aircraft that were all of the same scale. I got up off the bed and dressed in my long cotton nightie and terry cloth kimono before slipping on my grey slippers. I wandered out to my desk and thought to phone Peter about a few things to buy while he was out.
Peter knows much about my likes and dislikes. He had anticipated my needs and then some. He had a list of things he thought to buy on his excursion to the mall across the street. Bank street was busy as usual during the rush hour of a Saturday. I went out onto the balcony to smoke and heard the cacophony of traffic and the rush of Sawmill creek water below. I smoked about half of my cigarette before deciding to put it out. When I came inside, chilled and out of breath, I found Peter just standing up from his parked electric wheelchair.
Peter turned and took a stride to stand very close in front of me. We kissed. Then began the list of purchases Peter had made over in the mall. I was very pleased with the recital of purchases as I made my way to my desk. Peter began putting things away as he lifted them out of the knapsack on the back of his electric wheelchair. He finished his task by setting an opened can of salted cashews. I took a few and slowly chewed them as I began to type.
I woke up at about noon and had a hot bath. I enjoyed the hot bath while Peter slept through until about 4:00 pm. I took my pills and at about 5:00 pm, I went back to bed in a natural state but cold. I fell asleep as soon as I warmed up. When I woke up at about 6:00 pm, I was in the middle of a dream.
My dream was blurry at first. When details started to emerge from my mind, I realized that I wanted and was in a haunted house that had a green grass floor that was so comfortable to me. I looked up and saw a bright sky with little puffy clouds floating past. The walls were in the form of castle walls, high with little brick stonework and narrow slit parapets and towers. On the south side of the castle walls, there was an opening that formed a ledge above a dark deep water pool. I looked at the water that reflected much more than the sky above and wisps of steam rose from the hot water. I stood on the grassy ledge for long moments, enjoying the comfort and scene below me. I sat down and thought about the things that were on my mind in those moments.
I began to wake up and my dream dissolved into reality. I looked up at the squadron of WWII fighters flying above me hanging by string from white hooks. I admired the details I had taken such care with on the aircraft that were all of the same scale. I got up off the bed and dressed in my long cotton nightie and terry cloth kimono before slipping on my grey slippers. I wandered out to my desk and thought to phone Peter about a few things to buy while he was out.
Peter knows much about my likes and dislikes. He had anticipated my needs and then some. He had a list of things he thought to buy on his excursion to the mall across the street. Bank street was busy as usual during the rush hour of a Saturday. I went out onto the balcony to smoke and heard the cacophony of traffic and the rush of Sawmill creek water below. I smoked about half of my cigarette before deciding to put it out. When I came inside, chilled and out of breath, I found Peter just standing up from his parked electric wheelchair.
Peter turned and took a stride to stand very close in front of me. We kissed. Then began the list of purchases Peter had made over in the mall. I was very pleased with the recital of purchases as I made my way to my desk. Peter began putting things away as he lifted them out of the knapsack on the back of his electric wheelchair. He finished his task by setting an opened can of salted cashews. I took a few and slowly chewed them as I began to type.