Dreaming I am sitting in a tent. Horses are running around outside; I’m hoping they won’t come in. One does. It looks like a blue Bulldog. I am on holiday in Cornwall with Phil, the kids, Tom and his new girlfriend (he doesn’t have one in waking life). The tide is out; golden sands are crying out to be played on before the sea comes back in, but I can’t find anywhere to park other than outside a rough-looking pub which turns out to be an exclusive members pub for posh people. They instruct me…
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Extravagant
Dreaming I put my hand into a tray of crystals. I pull out a green jewel-like one, but stuck to it, like a magnet, is a yellow one, and I hear someone say, “Yellow Citrine.” I am talking to a man; he tells me he really likes Susie, but can’t have a relationship with her…