Monday 10: My dreams are fairly rare occurrences these days, as mentioned last month. I also pondered (aloud) why an unemployed D was involved with my art, on the one hand being critical, and, on the other, being physically possessive about them, specifically EMF (red).
Despite what I wrote, I do know roughly what they mean. Using my own dream symbology, I know it was quite an accurate message about my hopes and fears. So, I wish I could fully remember last night´s dream. It involved the Beckhams. Apart from rarely remembering them (my dreams), when I do, there have never been any celebs. So what does a Victoria Beckham mean, as both a young girl and as she currently is, plus David and their little ones.
I should have written down the details as soon as I awoke because all that remains is just a fleeting memory. Which is not good for dream analysis.
Meanwhile the gloomy weather and other types of dark cloud threatened negative emotions. Getting soaked going out in the pouring rain, to fetch a heavy bag of water salts from the garage, helped. As did an idiot cold caller, who kept asking questions without telling me who he was… and he rang just as I was sitting down to a very late lunch at 15:30! When I finally ferreted out it was a cold call, he got a serious flea in his ear. I expect I shall be down in their training as `majorly stroppy prospect´.
PS More hiccups with floreo emails. Some arrive, some do not. None stay on the server for even half a day, despite changing the settings. At least the emails are diverted to my gmail account, so I think I am getting them. But whether I am getting them all is difficult to know. Sigh.
And why do support tickets, whoever the organisation, answer only what they want to ignoring the nub of the issue?
PPS For those who still question Prince Harry´s paternal side, check out a photo of him wearing a Racal Acoustics headset and goggles on his head. He looks like the Queen with a reddish blond beard! Sorry Ma´am.
