#walkingmypath

I acknowledge the physical things like crystals and statues are not important to the practice itself buuuuut... I am dragonish. I like shinies. this is represented/ a lot / in my dreams

I remember there being a part of the store sectioned off as a gym, and two deities were running it. (most likely face, not actual presence). There was conversing and light hearted chatter but i remember not on what.

A second dream begins:

I was in a room much set up like a hotel room I am chatting with family, including an estranged cousin (who will not stay out of my dreams despite there being nothing I can do to mend that particular bridge until he meets us halfway) .

We were just poking about the room when we notice in the trash can, beneath the liner is 2 packs of trading cards ... we each grab one and open it to find a trinket and a small sum of money in mixed bills (mightve been 50-75 ish).

I think we knew the producer of these cards and she was going out of business due to something about being a vhs/ dvd renter and the digital age not being very kind to that market. So we figured when she filed bankruptcy she just made a tone of these packs and left little financial boons.

We realize the House cleaning leaves one of these packs in every garbage can after they clean up. So, we decide to raid empty (unoccupied) rooms and collect them.

As we exit the room, and begin our search. I realize we arent in a hotel but in a low security psychiatric hospital.

He goes his way and I go mine, and i stumble upon the hair salon area each occupied by a great number of.. non descript clones on some sort.

I am acting casual and glancing in trash cans and wandering around and realize there are none there, so I follow house keeping for a bit and realize they only stock residency rooms,keep the cards secured to their cart, and lock the doors behind them.

SO the only way we are going to get in is if we manage sneak in and out in between their cleaning of one room and somehow not get caught.. yeah. no.

After observing a bit more i decide to see where /they/ get them for the cart. It’s in a locked locker labeled for narcotics (I told you this dream was weird)

My cousin manages to swipe a key and we go to make a duplicate of it before anyone notices, suddenly, (and this is where the dream.. shifts somewhat)

A doctor comes up behind me and places his hand on my shoulder and starts talking about his concern for my health.

My vision shifts and the “clones disappear” and some minor other things change as well. Now I am beginning to question which reality is real..

I end up going off to my room when I am visited by some deities... I am polite and glad to see them but immediately run up and hug both Odin and Thor (o_O im really not close with the Norse..dunno why theyve been popping up so much lately) and start crying about my perceived failings. I remember us chatting some but once again..no details.