Yoga Fingers
Two interesting dreams of note last night. In the first, I was visiting a plain office with another person. Two men were inside all in white who did something like specialized massage. They started with the other girl and did all sorts of stuff to her neck and shoulders. With me, they sat me in a chair and one of the men grabbed me just under my nose. This made an incredibly hot spot form. Then he was trying to grab and pull out on my lower lip, but his fingers kept slipping, so he took my hand and had me do it. I understood this to all be yoga related and that they were afraid to do too much with me on the first visit.
In a much later dream, we lived here, but we had more land and with some modifications. I was in the bedroom talking to Jimmy and trying to deal with the number of evergreen trees we had as plants inside. One had somehow melted through its container and left a huge blob of what looked like melted pine sap on the bedroom floor. Another was threatening to grow through into the attic. A third was a full sized xmas tree growing in a pot too small to support it. Then we also had a tiny vine in a large planter.
Once I got past the tree issues, the family grew and there were a bunch of us living here and the back half of the house was a trailer. We also had dogs and a cat inside and a bunch of other animals outside. I came to realise that one particular family in the area didn’t like us and was messing with us, so one evening we prepared to go outside to look for signs of this. I started by bringing the calf into the house, just in case. He acted like a big dog and ran free.
Then several of us walked down a little road to the back of our property where I immediately found what we were looking for. The people had built a fee’s house out of thin bark and white candle wax, very elaborate, and hung it on one of our trees. They’d placed a bunch of other objects out there as well. I pulled down the house and crushed it and planned a fire to burn it all, but first we had to make a trip back up to the house.
As we walked, I got to thinking. Something about this made it apparent to me that we’d been watched for some time and I only half joked that we should keep an eye out, that they were probably out there now. And so the other family appeared, pushing a wheelbarrow full of magical weapons. They parked it on that same corner of our land and I told them they aren’t allowed here.
They walked a few feet over and stood on neighboring land and when I tried to walk by near them, the man of the family, who was nearly seven feet tall, swung his hatchet down in front of him and barely missed me. I got the message.
Then they began to call out and gather all of the other people of the area. I guess we aren’t popular. They were lined up clean down the road to come drive out the Pagans. Except they were using Pagan magic to do it, so I wasn’t really concerned about the magic as much as the crazy people involved. I saw several people I used to go to school with and pointed them out, laughing.
I went back down by where the wheelbarrow/cart was parked and the tiny lady had a bunch of bottles of various powders. Powders?! Those are my province! I started opening them and throwing the entire contents in the air then tossing the jars into the cornfield. That’s where it all ended.
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