I was “in” the earth. It wasn’t a cave or a mine but it was deep in the earth. Way up above there was a cliff and coming over that cliff was a steady stream of cars. A car waterfall if you will…and it was silent. The cars were falling continuously and silently. All around me there were men working. They were moving around large pieces of rocks/earth. I weaved through the men until I came to a place where there was a large square of earth filled with labradorite. It was on my right and all I wanted to do was get to this spot and place my hands on the labradorite. I could not get to it and a voice said “you do not have to touch it to feel connected to earth” I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply and then I could feel the pulse of the earth…through my feet and then up through my body. When I woke up I could still feel the pulse. It was the strangest sensation.
The only thing I can think of is grounding? Maybe I’m wrong but I can’t think of anything else that this dream could mean? When I was relaying it to “not so new girl” she asked “what did the men look like? They were strong enough to move around large pieces of rock but were they cute?” Honestly….I have no idea??? They were there but I didn’t pay them any mind…I was deep in the earth and there was a bunch of labradorite…priorities. I wanted to touch the rocks not the men.
I survived another Valentine’s Day without incident. I went to work and came home as quickly as possible…no invoking the curse today….Zia