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I am at a house. Someone (a child I think) has torn the pages from a large illustrated tarot book. An ex boyfriend is down stairs. He wears the bottom half of a round box, tied with a string, around his neck. He is talking to an ex girlfriend of his, about allowing her to sleep over. I can tell that he is trying to hurt me. It works. I stand up and yell an obscenity at them. I go upstairs. All the torn tarot pages are now blowing across the yard and some of them are pressed against the glass windows. The tarot seems interspersed with retablos and such, but I don't seem to notice they all look like tarot to me.
I wake up

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I am in a used clothing store managed by Emory, my old boss from Lifeway's (a new age personal growth bookstore). He is hiring some questionable characters to manage the shipping and delivery. I am looking around with friends. I am looking for a few things to take to Hawaii. I find some interesting things. Women are also getting their hair done in a shoppe nearby (this seems to be a village of some sort). I receive a call from my step mom, saying that she is coming to Hawaii with me. I feel upset because I don't want her to come without my Dad. My mom says she will handle it. It grows dark and I lose my dog, Anna, in the store. She makes it out but won't come when I call. My mom is busy training dogs and inadvertently she is training horses and cows.
I wake up, feeling strange, uneasy.

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