Had a nightmare last night. The kind that leaves a handprint on the room after waking.
I was in a large house, looking for someone. I never found them. Instead, I brought something back.
My mother was there, possessed, folded against me in the fetal position. Her hands were gnarled. Her body panted like an animal in pain. I remember needing to pull her off of me. I remember needing to shut the door. Someone was coming down the hall. Someone was going to hurt us.
Then I turned, and the fragile thing I had been trying to protect launched at me with the face of a white dog.
Not a bite, exactly. More like the dream handing me a symbol with teeth.
Shortly after I woke up, Big Stripe started crying in his sleep too, because apparently the house wanted a group project.
Question: What did that dream mean?
Tarot: Eight of Wands (reversed), The Tower (reversed), Two of Pentacles
Spindlewheel: Poppy Flute, Fountain, Siren
First impression: Pause before responding. Double-check what was actually said versus what your fear filled in. Avoid dramatic decisions, dramatic texts, dramatic conclusions, and dramatic self-blame. Keep your day boring on purpose. Do the next stabilizing thing. Let delay be a protective wall instead of interpreting it as punishment.
Later reflection: The day was especially boring and slow; more so than most.
