The Dream

I offered
to read tarot
for some friends—
I was a rookie.

I started,
but another rookie
took over,
placed some cards herself.

I pulled them back
and restarted.

She didn’t like
how I was doing it—
she wouldn’t let me
continue.

A message from the tarot
showed up on the wall.

It supported me:

“Things need to be done
the right way.”

—

In a café,
the toilet had a key code.

I offered
to take a woman
and let her in.

She got distracted.

I stood there,
the door open,
calling to her.

She wanted
to help someone else.

So I walked away—
the toilet door
shutting
behind me.

—

Driving,
I saw a woman,
again
and again.

On the third day,
I steered
to avoid someone’s car

and crashed
head-first
into her.

“This was going
to happen
eventually,”
I said.

The Meaning

tarot as a rookie
An intuitive role. I don’t know what I’m doing yet still trying to offer insight. I’m asserting my voice even though people are trying to reshuffle my deck before I’ve even had a chance to speak. I get a message from the oracle,
“Things need to be done the right way”

My subconscious agrees with my intention.

the cafe door + distraction

Unreciprocated effort. I offer access, but instead of staying there waiting, I’ve learned when to walk away and protect my peace.

collision
A symbolic confrontation with something I’ve been circling around for a while. Could be a person. Could be a part of myself. I know the outcome is inevitable.

What Lingers…

What if protecting peace means walking away—even with the door still open?

What if the truth doesn’t arrive gently, but waits to be collided with?

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Marginalia

In waking life, my new path means I’m still the rookie. In Pedalling While They Take the Bus, I exhausted myself making room for others. Here, I leave the door open, but I don’t wait forever. I walk away.

The next evening, in Sunsets and Nervous Men, I close this cycle: from over-effort, to release, to the acceptance that not everyone will follow where you lead.