| October 18, 2012|

I saw a man that looked like David Gandy in my dream. We were walking along some road and he asked me to be with him. I agree.

He is with me while I'm looking for a place to rent. The place looked like an old Victorian house that you would find around Savannah, Georgia. He doesn't like the place and I sense his criticism of the place even though he doesn't state it. He thinks the house is too old. This is the feeling I get from him.

Seems like I'm renting a room with other students and young professional. I look at the room I'm going to rent. There's a Buddhist photography on the wall and a large king size bed.

I remember lying in bed with this Gandy looking person. I kissed him and felt no passion, then I remember running out of the room afraid he'd chase me. I ran into my "housemate's" room and tried to close my roommate's open door, but this David Gandy looking guy caught the door in time to prevent me from closing it.

The room I ran into belong to this photographer who's showing my high school photo that he altered. He placed Angelina Jolie's face on my old high school photo.

Anyway, the dream seem choppy so I don't remember it.

Being in Solitude

Work on yourself and don't bring karma into a relationship. I just love myself way too much to allow myself to be in an unhealthy relationship. I don't ever want to be near anyone with so much baggages e.g. not letting go of past hurt, projecting into a relationship, and needing someone to take care of them. I definitely don't want to take care of someone when I NEED to take care of myself first.

This article explain karma and relationship better than I can.

http://www.radioastrology.com/TFG/KarmaRel.htm

Ultimately, work on your own happiness outside of a relationship of any kind. Work on yourself so you can be happy. Cut unhealthy people out of your life--you don't owe them anything.

|October 10, 2012|

I had a dream I painted some paintings in the renaissance style.

| October 9, 2012|

I had a morbid dream. I remember it in fragments. I'm walking with a team down a bloody corridor. We arrive at a room with two bodies. They were two male, an older gentleman and a middle age man, with gashes on their throat. I check the old man's vital-he was still alive. I waved my hand over their wounds to heal the old man and revive the dead man.