Yesterday my afternoon client canceled, so I FaceTimed my Nebraska writing group. They meet at 7:00 CST, which is 2:00 HST (my time). We do 12 minute writing prompts. Meaning, we choose a prompt, set a timer for twelve minutes, and write until time's up.
For our 3rd prompt we chose a tarot card. We drew "The Magician." Whalecrone explained "The Magician" can mean: at the beginning of a journey, emotion, eternity, perhaps something extra.
He came to me in a dream. I asked, "Who are you?"
He said, "I'm the Magician."
"Magic makes me nervous," I said, "It's the same reason I don't like stand up comedians. I'm afraid they will flop or tell horribly inappropriate jokes or the crowd will be cruel."
"I'm not that kind of Magician," he says.
I know I'm dreaming, but I'm intrigued. "OK," I say. "What kind of Magician?"
"You've been looking for something a long time," he says, "I can help you find it."
I wonder which thing he means. Happiness? Love? My career? The secret to weight loss? "This is such a refreshing dream," I tell him."Lately I keep dreaming that I forgot a room full of boxes in my sister's Spruce Street house in Vermillion. It's so frustrating. I know that I'm dreaming. I know I've had the dream before, but I'm still panicked."
"That dream makes a lot of sense," he smiles.
"Why?" I ask.
"Didn't you just sell all of your stuff in six weeks and move across the Pacific?" he asks.
"Oh, right," I say, and I smile.
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