Tarot and dreams

I talked to a tarot reader and she let me know about Neale Donald Walsch. It gave me some hope. I know that I can't be laying in the bed the whole time. I know after my hair dries, I'll have to put on my old clothes or something and get on with my day. I do think that perhaps I should spend sometime in the house today.

I have always made lists and well, I've eased up on it over time... maintaining at least the 4 per day. I am pretty sure this is the best.

Life is ups and downs, no one can control that exactly. Maybe we can mitigate some and boost others, but the waves come as they do.

I'm sort of pleased with my algorithm right now, YouTube keeps suggesting this beautiful music by the Buddhist lounge. I feel this speaks to the old souls of the world. It's something familiar to humanity itself.

Ai images of... Maybe they're Muslim? I don't know. But there's.... a kind of yuugen. It's so soothing.

I'm reminded of the dream I had in my youth. I was walking down a dirt path amongst a beautiful sun-kissed field. I was walking towards an orchard or grove of some kind.

Under the first of trees, there was a rabbi and a young Indian boy. They were in discussions of a philosophy. The Indian boy was impetuous and passionate. The rabbi listened intently. The old man saw me walking down the road and called out to me.

Friend, do you have a moment to hear us out? This young one and I are having a debate and we were wondering if you could help us.

I don't remember what was said, but I told them that both of their opinions were valid. They were pleased with this and offered me to join them on their travels. I was heading down the path anyway, so I agreed.

They continued to debate and talk amongst themselves so I just followed quietly. They suddenly went off the road, into the thick of the trees.

I was hesitant to leave the road but decided to follow.

We happened upon a white house similar to the plantations down in the south of north America. As we approached the house, their debates became more turbulent and they entered the house in a huff, slamming the screen door behind them.

I was not sure if I was welcomed to enter and walked around the front porch wondering what to do. Just as I was about to leave, this 5 year old boy with olive skin and salt and pepper hair came out and welcomed me inside.

He was so happy to act as host and showed me around the house excitedly. The interior was typical of that of a old house. In the living room there was a young man who leaned against the wall taciturn. His clothes reflected a rebellious nature. He had black hair and almond eyes. I couldn't read his expression as he started at me across the room. The young boy paid him no attention so, I was not sure how to handle the situation.

All of a sudden, the boy ran up the stairs claiming there was something he wanted to show.

I followed him there, leaving the Asian man on the first floor.

The second floor had a long hallway with many doors. The boy went in and out of many doors and i heard him through the walls laughing and shouting out of me to join.

Again, I was hesitant and thought, perhaps I should go back down rather than intrude into the many rooms.

As I turned around, I bumped into the rebellious Asian man again. He stared at me... I still couldn't read his face. He shouted at me in another language and it shocked me so much I woke up.