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Hello, dear ones:

I had a dream last night that is a beautiful story about my resistance, fear, and plain old stubbornness.

It begins with me renting a studio apartment in a white concrete building, I don't know the man who owns it. but he is friends with my friend so I trust him. The landscape of the dream is very much like the ruins of an old building, like a house that was never completed and then was abandoned. It was old yet it had a certain charm to it. Like the artist lofts in Soho NYC in the 80's.

So I trusted this man, this new apartment. I brought all my treasures into it and decorated my new space. Just me and my treasures of art, statues, and tribal masks.

I come home to find that everything is gone. He sold the building and took all my treasures. No warning. I was stunned and angry. I was livid. How could someone do this?

It all happened so fast, the building was now owned by an antique dealer. I went in and said these are my things. The shop owner said I could have them back, free of charge. I took my Hindu gods and goddesses. Some were hidden behind other items. I took my Mexican tribal masks. I took some that were not mine and wondered why I thought they were mine. Some just broke in my hands.

I was so angry at this man, I was overwhelmed with the betrayal and wanting revenge. I saw him in a restaurant he had opened and I had a vial of essential oils in my hand and wanted to break the glass and get revenge. I don't do it. Yet the anger is still firing. I get him on the ground and want to choke him but I can't do it.

Self betrayal, and allowing the treasures of the past to fall apart.

During our CH session this morning, I remembered the dream.

Dreams are guides for me and remembering this was a gift. Thank you, Family, Cornelius, and OneO.

My heart is pounding as I move toward submitting this on the Forum.