Dream time

Sunday Night's dream:  On board on either a cargo or oil tanker ship.  Bridge had a control panel (sleek, swept back, futuristic design), no lights or controls.  There was a central lit dome in the middle.  (Everything was bright white.)  The captain stood in front of the dome, his hands on top of it.  "I think you can hold on," he said.  The ship started to spin, with the dome as its axis.  Doors and windows opened at once, and the bridge looked like any other modern-day bridge.  The seas were stormy, and as the ship was spinning, I stood on my feet.

Monday Night's dream:  at work in a coffee shop which also was an office.  Sitting down across a table from Rick.  He said, "Pay attention.  You need to speak the language of power, not the language of women."  I got up and walked around the coffee shop.  (The coffee shop had rails leading to the counter, like McDonalds,but the decor was dark and wooden, like Starbucks.)  Rick looked up at me impatiently.  I smiled and said something inane, which made him frown.

Fucking hot and humid!  Thunderstorms roaring south and north of here.  Annoyed that I had to go running around like a fucking maniac after work.

I want to talk to someone, but talking doesn't do shit if there's no results.  Fuck big speeches.

Fuck the world and the orbit it's in.

I'm:

Angry.

Horny.

Talk to me?  Only if you're brave enough to deal with 5+ years of deprivation.

No end in sight.

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Sorry for all the shit
sorry for all that
sorry
indulge me

Rose Meditation (rough draft)

Rose Meditation (rough)

Root - Dark Red Rose

Sacral - American Beauty Red Rose

Solar Plexus - Tropicana Rose

Heart - Pink Rose (medium to light pink)

Throat - Peace Rose

Third Eye - Blue Rose (lavendar/blue)

Crown - White Rose

Pictures at a later date.