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Hi Nisaba,
Your tarot dreams are so detailed. Amazing. Thanks for sharing them.
Here's a dream I had a couple of years back. I posted it here on the forum, too.
I'm walking down a street and this guy I'm with (I don't know who he is) takes some dried leaves and shrubs off the ground, and rubs them into the upper center of my chest, like he's playing/flirting with me. I feel a prick, like a cut, a sting, a burn, tiny needles. He turns around to look at me and says, "Oh, I'm sorry. I think I hurt you." I say, "Well why, what does it look like? Is it red?" He doesn't say anything, just stares at the spot. I think to myself, "I'll have to wait and see for myself."
I put my fingers to my chest and feel that some of what he rubbed in, is still adhering to me, and so, I collect it, pull it off gently, and examine it in my palm. I see clusters of tiny thorns embedded in certain sections of the scrunched up leaves and shrubs. The detail is extraordinary. You have to look really closely to see them. I let the debris slide off my index and middle finger to the ground.
I go to a party, a gathering, and find myself looking for my computer because I need to get work done and I'm having to wait on this guy (who rubbed the stuff on me) to give it to me, but he's speaking with a woman (who begins to look more and more masculine from behind) and I don't want to interrupt him. As she becomes more masculine, he becomes more feminine.
A friend asks if I want to go home, which I do, because I feel disappointed and bored. I put on my shoes - a gorgeous pair of shoes, heel not too high and not too low, black, sturdy and elegant. I think, "I've got my shoes, what else do I need?"
I'm now in the bathroom of my parents home, my childhood home. There is a window to my left and a soft light coming through. I decide to look in the mirror to see if there was any damage done to my upper chest, right below my throat. I see that there's some redness, some colour, but, no mark, no scar and that's when I notice 5 small tarot cards tattooed right above my breasts, in a row. My first thought is, "Oh God, he must think I'm so strange.." I smile and then say, "Oh well. I am who I am," as I take a closer look at the cards. I realize after some time, the tattoos are not permanent...
The cards were:
Death - Temperance / Knight of Swords - Hierophant - High Priestess - Star
I WILL NEVER FORGET THIS DREAM. I've also come to understand what it means for me...well, sort of.
Your tarot dreams are so detailed. Amazing. Thanks for sharing them.
Here's a dream I had a couple of years back. I posted it here on the forum, too.
I'm walking down a street and this guy I'm with (I don't know who he is) takes some dried leaves and shrubs off the ground, and rubs them into the upper center of my chest, like he's playing/flirting with me. I feel a prick, like a cut, a sting, a burn, tiny needles. He turns around to look at me and says, "Oh, I'm sorry. I think I hurt you." I say, "Well why, what does it look like? Is it red?" He doesn't say anything, just stares at the spot. I think to myself, "I'll have to wait and see for myself."
I put my fingers to my chest and feel that some of what he rubbed in, is still adhering to me, and so, I collect it, pull it off gently, and examine it in my palm. I see clusters of tiny thorns embedded in certain sections of the scrunched up leaves and shrubs. The detail is extraordinary. You have to look really closely to see them. I let the debris slide off my index and middle finger to the ground.
I go to a party, a gathering, and find myself looking for my computer because I need to get work done and I'm having to wait on this guy (who rubbed the stuff on me) to give it to me, but he's speaking with a woman (who begins to look more and more masculine from behind) and I don't want to interrupt him. As she becomes more masculine, he becomes more feminine.
A friend asks if I want to go home, which I do, because I feel disappointed and bored. I put on my shoes - a gorgeous pair of shoes, heel not too high and not too low, black, sturdy and elegant. I think, "I've got my shoes, what else do I need?"
I'm now in the bathroom of my parents home, my childhood home. There is a window to my left and a soft light coming through. I decide to look in the mirror to see if there was any damage done to my upper chest, right below my throat. I see that there's some redness, some colour, but, no mark, no scar and that's when I notice 5 small tarot cards tattooed right above my breasts, in a row. My first thought is, "Oh God, he must think I'm so strange.." I smile and then say, "Oh well. I am who I am," as I take a closer look at the cards. I realize after some time, the tattoos are not permanent...
The cards were:
Death - Temperance / Knight of Swords - Hierophant - High Priestess - Star
I WILL NEVER FORGET THIS DREAM. I've also come to understand what it means for me...well, sort of.
