I had a burst of creativity yesterday, due to a dream I had the night before last. It was a bit fuzzy, I was with two horn players that I know from way back, or maybe I was one of them, and there was another person. It was strange in that I felt like I was two different people in the dream. Someone was in danger. That may have been me, but I refused to believe it. There was a drone in the area. Perhaps it was about to attack. There was certainly a small one watching us. The building we were near was on a cliff. One of the horn players lunged at me and we went toppling down the cliff, but about halfway down, she grabbed my hand and pulled me around through an opening. Inside, there was a staircase of parallel ovals that let to a room where we were safe.
I finally went for another run today. My ankle is still bothering me. It didn’t hurt any more, but it never did loosen up. I’m not sure how to proceed with it, other than to wait and see how it reacts.
Today’s haiku: alone among
3 of Cups. Abundance.
This is another place where my sources differ. One says celebration, friendship, collaborations. Another indicates fulfillment of love, joy, and spiritual fertility, but it implies that this abundance should be distrusted.
My take on it is that 3’s are usually good. “Good things come in threes,” “Third time’s a charm.” While 2 indicates a close relationship like love, but three is more open, like friendship. Three is also a spiritual number, so I could agree with that.
How does it relate to me today? I don’t really see it. I’m going to the store to buy, then I’ll settle in front of the tennis for the duration. Maybe it will be inspiring or a transcendent experience.