Let It Go

I asked, “What is the meaning of the black dog?” I was told that i don’t want to understand it, and then the thought of the Ioniq car came to mind. The words, “Let it go” came to mind.

(From Jan 8, 2018 Pass Me By)

I asked to know when I was going to, or if I was going to, win the lottery. I saw myself holding a child on each hip.

I dreamt that I was standing by a roadside, watching several / the cars pass me by, from left to right. I didn’t see / notice any going the other direction. 

I realized that all the bends in the road, going to the right, were all the same. I decided to paint numbers on them so that no one would get lost. 

(From Jan 7, 2018 Building)

I asked why I had dreamt of winning the lottery. I dreamt that I was out in nowhere, with a couple other people, and we saw an old building. From the back, it looked like it used to be a store, like from the old west. 

Going to the front, you could see that it was a Spanish style church, all white, and all stuccoed, including the door. We went back to the back, and saw that there was an opening, so we went in. 

There was a young family there, living, and restoring the building. From where we were, though, you wouldn’t be able to tell. We saw the spirit of a man, who used to live here, in the face of the man who was here, and we all agreed that we saw him, and I didn’t freak out.

As we were walking around, we found some highlighted words that corresponded to this previous man, knowing he was going to commit suicide, and perhaps this was his way of hoping someone would notice before he did it.

I dreamt that there was lightning, and it touched me, without harming me. 

(From Jan 2, 2018 Isn’t Strong)

I dreamt of the blonde son in the “Chesapeake Shores” show. He used several initials for the show, which was something else. 

I figured that since he was here, I would talk to him. I mentioned his character in the Christmas movie with Danica McKellar. I don’t remember exactly what I said. 

Then I either thought, or did speak, about Meghan Ory’s character on Chesapeake, and how she isn’t strong. I think I got it all out, or maybe I was disrupted at the end so that my words trailed off. 

He had been (lying?) next to me this whole time, on my left. He then rubbed me (down there) a couple times, smiling.

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