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Dreams | of villages | ponds | and rustic adventures.
I was in a village. I lived in a cabin near the end of the main street. It was a rambling cluster of rooms that were nestled close to a wooded area and that had a stream flowing by. There was a pond off to one side of the cabin.

I was standing near the edge of the pond. I saw a flicker of movement in the water as if there were a large fish moving about in the deep part. Suddenly, there was a flash and splash as a fish jumped out of the water followed by a second larger fish. The large fish engulfed the smaller one and swallowed it whole. The fish then landed on a branch in a large tree as if it were caught in the foliage. It looked down and around, did a couple of movements, and fell back into the water. It disappeared into the depths. I felt that I should tell someone what I had seen, but there was no evidence of it having happened. I was excited over having witnessed the event.

Earlier in the dream, I had driven up to the cabin by cruising through the village. People noted my passing, but gave no sign of welcoming or invitation. I felt like I was going to have to do something special to be welcome in that place.
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Went to the chiropractor this morning. Was a bit sluggish rising, but managed to get there on time. Good adjustment! A healing place! Just as healing as the restorative yoga class. Dr. D is a gifted healer. I'll miss his treatments. Going to miss quite a few things when I move.

Awoke with shaking--seems to be the pattern. Haven't yet done my Qigong session for today. Will do later this afternoon. But shaking smoothed out at Dr. D's. And smoothed out more after I had breakfast. Makes me wonder about the symptoms. Will be good to get the PD team's assessment--just in case it's not PD, but something else.

Feeling bursts of energy as if there is something breaking through the clouds of ennui that also want to surround my being. Pings of joy, health, possibility, and hope. I can only pray for more such moments.

After all that, I lay down and rested/slept/daydreamed for a spell. Rain keeps coming and it's getting damp and cool. Wanted to go for a walk this afternoon, but the rains don't look like they'll let up soon.

Keep chiding myself to get over it and get on with things. But the ever-presence of shaking, even when I'm "still," makes it difficult to concentrate. I can read, but I have a difficult time doing anything directed if it does not involve movement. Going to have to find a way around or through this barrier, this block.

Otherwise, it's a lot of sleeping, a lot of weeping--no matter what I'm keeping, or letting go. Rain makes the grass grow green, but it's not my scene, not mainstream, extreme, part of the dream. Time for a pot of tea, a spot of tea, a mystery, a time to flee, extremity...