*profuse bitching about the consequences of profuse bitching goes here*
Dreamt I was on my way to help a friend with a ritual, but to get to his ritual room, I had to pass through a hallway lined with altars and shrines. I kept my hands to myself as I went and listened to a mutual friend identify who each table was dedicated to solely by the things on the table.
The mutual friend stopped me at a pair of small tables so close together the covering cloths were touching.
“Oh, man. No wonder his ass is tied up in knots. You see this table [on the left]? That’s for [ThisWoman]. And this table [on the right] is for [ThatWoman].”
The names itched my ears. “Wait. Don’t those two not like each other? Aren’t their shrines not even supposed to be in the same room?”
“If a mongrel like you can remember that, then what the hell is his excuse when he’s dedicated?” The mutual friend laughed until he saw my face. “Ah. Um. Yes. Forgot that’s a sore spot with you. Come on. Let’s rescue his ass from the first problem and then we’ll let him deal with these ladies himself.”
The mutual friend went on. I found myself rooted to the spot. [ThisWoman] had appeared behind me and was holding me fast with her grip on my shoulder. No one else saw [ThisWoman] or had noted she had seized me.
She leaned over my free shoulder. I could not turn my head to view her but I could feel very hot breath on my ear and waves of heat from her form on my back. “Excuse me.” Her voice was as slick as wet ice but just as cold. “I could not help but overhear some of your earlier comments regarding [Nature versus Nurture]. I have some information that may be of help to you, but I understand you are not able to approach me in the usual way.”
“No, Ma’am, I’m not.”
“Well, then. Let me give you my card, and when you are ready to dare, we will meet and speak further on what allowances you know and what allowances you do not know.”
She reaches around me on the side she has not gripped and holds up a large card.
A tarot card.
Its face shifted between all the decks I own and use, but the card portrayed remained the same.
I found myself taking the card from her against my will.
“I’m sure you know how to use this to reach me. In your time, my dear. In your time.”
She released me and as she did so, the dream was released as well.
So, here I am, awake at O’Fuck Thirty in the morning, looking up the name of [ThisWoman] and the card she presented in the dream to see if there really is a correlation…
So, here I am, hurling my phone against the pillow because really, fucking really?!
As if I don’t have enough knots of my own right now to untie.
If I do take up the offer, it is going to be after I have ascended that mountain. I have gone through too much to abandon it for another wild goose hunt now.