Getting Grounded

I had another psychic explain the dreaming of men before I met them thing....I usually don't talk to psychics much because I'm usually more accurate than they are..... but this person seems to have dealt successfully with the same problem I'm having with disturbing dreams. 

So, I'll share what she said. 

She said that people tend to do that when they are not grounded. 

In her view, people who don't get connected to nature or stay busy in the real world (not in the electronic world) tend to meet up with similar ungrounded souls on the astral plane and eventually manifest these people into their reality.   

Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending upon what you want...the things we see in our dreams rarely occur in real life because we are ungrounded in reality and out of sorts. 

I tend to have very..... uh....interesting astral dreams.  I originally thought it was my subconscious mind's way of b!tching about my celibacy.  Maybe the truth of the matter is that my astral self is a bit of a whore.

Anyway...


busy social and professional lives end that kind of astral plane stuff. 

That explains a lot. 

Every man I've met that way was an introverted software programmer or an internet entrepreneur. 

I dream of him.  I wake up freaked out because it feels so darn real.  I'll run into him in real life and try to run away.  Sometimes I can't run away because we're at a party, or I have committed to doing something right then and there,  so we end up flirting.  Then we both run away only to continue the crap in the theta state one those nights that I forget to doze into a drunken slumber.  

I thought alcohol cured me of the dreams. 

Wow...

This could be the answer.


When I was a full time student, who worked a full time job and volunteered at the homeless shelter - these things did not happen to me. 


When I was on the campaign trail, it stopped for a bit. 

But when I spent days in the recording studio and promoting my work online, the dreams got crazy. 

So....if she's right...

I don't need valerian infused vodka to sleep without dreaming of men that I later end up running from at the supermarket. 

Nope...

I just need to take up hiking again and keep the computer off. 

I'll give it a whirl.

I'm excited!!  It IS possible to turn off the psychic stuff.  How nice is that? 

I'd love to be able to meet someone without knowing too much about him.  It's always annoying to ask a man I've just met how he liked growing up by a lake, what it was like answering his cell phone while mountain climbing, if he'll ever fix the brown T-bird sitting in his garage, or if he enjoyed watching the dancing pandas on his recent trip.  

Sometimes....it just slips out.  Nine times out of ten, the guy's jaw will just drop.  For some reason, only men who believe in this kind of thing are drawn to me.  If it were any other type of guy....he'd just think I'm nuts..... or a stalker..... or something scary. 

It is freakin' awkward!!

The most awkward meeting was with a guy I dreamt of driving drunk.  I almost ordered a beer for him until I remembered his face from a dream.  Ooooh...I felt so horrid.  Turns out...I was right. He lost his license due to alcohol issues.  It happens and it takes a real man to abstain from the wicked drink.


I'd want to be able to do that....I want to stop drinking completely!  My blood glucose levels would be low and I'd be so darn skinny!!  This is what I want. 


I am truly excited.

Do you know why? 

The hard part about being psychic is that it robs you of anticipating the ending.  Why go to a movie if you know how it ends?  I can't go certain places without dressing up. 

If if meet the love of my life, I want to look like I just woke up.  Well, that is almost true.  I hope to be wearing clothes but I don't want to be wearing make-up or have my hair done up....I want the poor sap to know what he's getting. 

If I anticipate meeting him, I'll dress up, put on age defying make-up, wear a puff up bra, maybe some fake eyelashes, blue contact lenses, and let him see the fake me. 

No one likes fake Siegfred. 

No one likes unpainted Siegfred either...they actually put a picture of me sans make-up in the newspaper.  It is still on the internet.  Ick!!! Just think, I can actually crack your computer screen with my gross, angry, b!tch face.  Part of me regrets going out like that!  I looked like a pasty white and bloated angry old lady. 

Part of me likes my courage and my who gives a crap attitude.  I'm an activist, not a model.  Why do I have to wear make-up?

Okay, I have to wear make-up so I don't scare little children.   


I guess that photographer was a surprise that I didn't anticipate. 

The truth of the matter is that those miracles in life are held within the surprises. 

They can be quite fun. 

Love,

S.  

P.S.  Now, if I find one of these guys on the hiking trail....I'll probably die laughing.