Monday, 29th September 2014 Moon Cycle: 30% illuminated waxing crescent in Sagittarius Tarot card: 9 of Pentacles Mayan Calender: White Resonant Wizard Dream I appeared to be in the shallow dock yards of Venice. The long and wide megalithic canal walls where lined with many open topped boats and people sat and enjoyed their sundowners. Our boat was old, unpainted and wooden resembling a small version of Noah's Ark. My friends steered on deck as I jumped off and pushed the boat outward, a little journey was in order. As the ark began to move I noticed my friends where fooling around and not controling the rudder to steer. The Ark now headed toward some other expensive looking yachts. Luckily the people on the other yacht soon realised danger and swiftly moved just in time. "Idiots!" I think to myself about my friends. The crew from the yacht that we almost just hit into shot us disapproving death stares, and signalled to the coast guard security closeby, who had seen everything anyway. They signalled us to come over immediately. "Uh-oh...now we're in shit",I exclaimed out loud. My mind immediatly asked if we had any illegal substances on the boat...its wasn't our boat and who knows what could have been stowed away. I sat in the front of the ark,legs hanging of each side, steering toward the coast guard. As we got closer a short man tanned with a mustauche climed down the ladder from the watch tower to receive us. Beaming my most sincere smile, I greeted with a "how are you sir" as if the previous events didnt occour. Strangely, the guard was cheerily friendly and we began a conversation consisting of unrelated small talk. After observing his body language and facial expressions for a while I soon realised that he was intoxicated and merely was looking for another drink from any unsuspecting citizen.
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