09-12-2014, 02:20 PM
I don't think you can bless or perform cleansing rituals too often in one's own home. Good luck, you too are strong together, there's really nothing to worry about at all.
Your post keeps jogging visual memories back of a dream I had (posted somewhere in this thread!) Let me see if I can find it...
Hmm.... interesting, slightly different than I was remembering. I just kept getting the image in my head of when we were dusting around the windowsill for fingerprints, which made me think of the salt cleansing.
Your post keeps jogging visual memories back of a dream I had (posted somewhere in this thread!) Let me see if I can find it...
Quote:I had a terrible, no-good, nightmare last night!
In my dream, my husband and I both woke up in the middle of the night, and my memories were the same of going to sleep the evening before. However, it was winter when we woke up. Something had happened in the neighborhood where the police were going around fingerprinting the outsides of peoples' houses, however we paid them little attention when they got to us. My husband seemed like he had something to say to me, but he stopped himself, but a lady/friend of his (no real life person was in this role) arrived, and asked, "Did you do it?" He sighed, as if the jig was up, and told me that our relationship was over.
I broke. This has never even been a consideration in our relationship, we're pretty certainly what would be considered twins, and spend 98% of our waking time together cohabitating brilliantly. I became a sniveling, petulant, confused mess, and he acted as if I shouldn't be surprised. He said we had been growing apart. At another point in my fury of "why!"s he offered that he was homosexual as an excuse, but neither of us bought it. I was so floored and crazed and in the dream I knew that if I wanted to change his mind, I was definitely not going to do it the way I was behaving, but I couldn't help myself or my emotions. At one point even I recall looking into a mirror, and telling myself, "Well, this certainly is a difficult catalyst." but that only bought me a moment's worth of comfort, because I broke down again in utter despair. I eventually vocalized/cried out IRL which woke myself up. I didn't even have the instinct to wake him for comfort, in my twilight I told myself, "You go back to sleep and you just tell him no, it's not going to happen!" I don't recall anything from falling back asleep, however.
My husband helped hash it out with me a bit. He pointed out that it was probably an empathetic link with a Facebook friend of mine, who I actually grew up directly across the street from. I think of him often because he's one of the more awake people I know IRL, so I doubt it was a coincidence that we spent 10 years across the street from each other in our early lives. Anyway, yesterday he posted on his status that he was confused and reaching out because when he got home from work, his house was empty (no girlfriend, she had taken her small son and her new dog as well) and when he got ahold of her she said she was out of state but acting like nothing was wrong or different. She had severed ties and was lying to her family about her whereabouts as well, so he was just dumbstruck. My husband also rationalized that the reason dream-him couldn't give a good reason as to why it was over, was because there are no real reasons we would ever separate. Aww. He's been rickrolling me all morning to insist his love to me.
Still not sure why the police were dusting for fingerprints outside the house, in the middle of the night, in the middle of winter. At one point in the dream we went looking for them on the inside, and by wiping flour/powder along the base of the windows, we could somehow draw the shape of the fingerprints out from inside the house, because of whatever process the cops were using. There were tons of them, but it didn't faze us. We did inspect them intently, though.
Hmm.... interesting, slightly different than I was remembering. I just kept getting the image in my head of when we were dusting around the windowsill for fingerprints, which made me think of the salt cleansing.