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prelude: for those interested in the synchronicity between what is going on in the solar system & our dream lives, the planets of the unconscious are the three outer ones. right now pluto is stationary direct. pluto represents the deepest collective unconscious, death & rebirth, transformation, & volcanic emotion from the depths, as in social revolution. it can mean treachery & betrayal, deep resentment & hatred, jealous scheming. it is the worst of corporate politics: the plutocrats. it also represents the true survivor, the one who has been through the fire & back & lived to tell the tale. it can represent nightmare hell. don't be surprised if this kind of symbolism turns up in your current dreams.

i had two nightmares last night. ho-hum. in one that seemed to last all night, i was an actor in a movie that was being made up as it went along. the plot involved me being stalked. i would confront my stalkers & taunt them, coming very close to violence, but usually ended up having to run. the actors playing my stalkers seemed to have genuine animosity towards me. it was decided that the movie would end with the stalkers catching up with me & doing me in, which disgusted me. as the killer closed in on me, i wadded up a big bunch of paper money & threw it in her face, hard. then i woke up.

later in the night i found myself hurtling down a narrow freeway extremely fast. i started passing through a city & was getting to the edge of control, so i went for the brake, but the car had no brake. i woke up with my foot tangled in the blanket, trying to stomp the brake.

Woke up this morning without much dream recall, but I smoked some weed and ate junk food last night so that was no surprise. I only really remember an image of an ex-girlfriend (A. A), and drinking a soft drink that felt highly refreshing. In the afternoon I had a nap which included a small dream.

V. was in a rush to catch a bus to Coventry, and I was with her. The weird thing was, I knew that I wasn’t there – I was trying to get to Leicester from somewhere, and was a part of her bus journey somehow. It was like I was a fly on the wall following her getting her bus, and she was late. She arrived almost at the stop when she looked around the corner and said “Double Decker Bus!” and quickly made a run for a nearby bus stop – the bus stopped within plenty of time, and she got on. It was almost as if she was narrating her journey, like she was in a film or something.

There were some girls gossiping on the bus, including one I have recently seen on Tinder. They were laughing about a lady’s name, it was a random name like “Tina Jacketson” or something. Perhaps I was with Vicki after all, because not long after this, I was sat down with her standing on my lap somehow, looking for something. She looked down at me at one point and apologized for standing on me, which I said was no problem.

I had a few thoughts that I hadn’t even considered where I was going or how to get to my city – I was just aimlessly following Vicki, which could be some sort of symbolism of what I’ve been doing for the last year.