I dreamt about scorpions last night. Very strange indeed.
In the dream, I walked into my bathroom because I heard something. I looked in the tub behind the curtain and there were about 5-6 scorpions in the tub.
Very coolly, I turned around, walked out and closed the door so the cats wouldn't get into trouble. 🐈 🐈⬛
I won't think about that now, I'll think about it tomorrow runs through my mind.
I pretty much don't remember anything else from the dream.
Now, I don't typically look up what a dream might mean. Buuuuutttt, scorpions, that seemed VERY out of the norm and I was curious.
Depending on the site, the Google will give you the following:
Or
What the ever-lovin'-fuck!?! Why are fucking scorpions in my dreams? Get the hell out!
I find it amusing that I turned my back on them and closed the door to protect the kitties.
I think I'll take this one.
Because, well, I would rather consider myself going through a rebirth of some kind.
As I work towards shifting my energy towards my writing, books, meditations and mindfulness teaching, I leave behind my focus on my coworking business. Maybe it is a little scary because I earn a living with coworking and writing, well, not so much.
Anyway, I'm going with the rebirthing thing.
Which somehow makes me think of this.
I'm twisted. I know.
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