Psychics and Golden Masks | morningangel's Blog

I only recorded one dream this morning, but it seems to be one of importance.  Actually, they all seem to have import these days, full of messages and signs of one kind or another.  I admit to being caught up in dreams, mine and those of others.

From her dream, I found a budding psychic this morning, and so I translated.  There is always that touch of fear in exposing myself as I press the "post" button, but so far I have had the courage.  The consequences of losing one more chance at reaching someone, I fear, are worse than the chance of ridicule.

And why don't I simply post a private message?  Twofold.  One, I worry that I come across as "creepy," and the message is less well received.  Two, what if my public dream reading provides the security another psychic needs to do his/her work?  Alright, I can handle a little anonymous, internet scorn for that.  It's worth it.  In fact, maybe that's what I am for...

My own dream was not a dream so much as a single image that returned to me each time as I rose from dream into those hypnagogic edges. This sign returned as if to say it needed itself recorded before I could move on and dream normally again and so I got out of bed and honored it.

I "dreamed" of an ornate, perforated golden mask, the type with a handle that you hold to your face to look through.  Instead of looking through eyeholes, you could see through the floral/vining pattern of perforations.  The mask had the quality that when one looked through it, their vision was changed.  They saw things differently, in another light, beyond the range of normal.... 

There, it is recorded twice.  Let it be.  Now, I go to seek my balance, as I say.  I am reading a book, and there is MNF in a short while.  Darling husband is home, and we are drinking Sangria together.  Lovely, lovely...