I woke up around half an hour back. Rather late.
I saw Buro in my dream doing really well. I think I also saw Eshna. I don't remember details but I had a feeling that I didn't have enough money. The brain went on a train of a few negative thoughts while I was dreaming.
Then I saw myself take out something and a knife from a cluttered bag, preparing to enter a venue.
At first three guards/cops in plain clothes didn't see the knife. Then one of these three men asked me what it is and he saw the knife.
And I very politely told him in the dream I needed it for my Tarot event and that I'll leave it behind in the bag. I told him some IITians had in their speech said that I should carry it.
The three men just kept looking at me taken aback by my politeness.
Then I attempted to look for something in the cluttered bag. I found it and Buro said it is his.
Then I woke up. Rather late.
I think the three men represent the lobes of my heart which rules me and the knife is some grief I am carrying around that I have to leave behind. (According to the Tarot).
Looking for something in the cluttered bag is looking for something that will replace the knife, the grief.
Now, again today I won't be able to focus on work but things should go well because Eshna and Bubul M are leaving for Delhi today.
I'll chant, do yoga at home today.
Love,
Me.
9.48 am
Yesterday at night we brought in Bu and Sad's anniversary with some desert. I left his house feeling resentful towards C Mashi for always criticising me and telling me I'm no good. I stayed awake thinking I have to transform this within me. I love her a lot. She is my second mother. And transform this I will.
Today is a new day with a fresh resolve with new paths to forge and much to forage.
Life is good.
I hope Arun's days are going well. He is always on my mind.
Love,
Me.
10.30 am
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