Normally I'd dump this behind a read more but it's witchy related, kind of, so you get the full story on your dash. Changed my mind. Due to length, behind a read more. Sorry mobile users.
I'm on OKC. This is primarily because I'm a seer and allows me to screen people and potential relationships. By this I mean I can see whether or not a relationship would be worth the trouble, would be long term, or how much "fun" would be had in it before done with the hello greetings. It saves me time and bullshit. Also, I'm a hermit so *shrugs* I don't get out much.
Last night I was messaged by a man who called me by name. I'm, of course, immediately on guard because I don't recognize his face. He seems familiar but only distantly. A friend of a friend, a cousin of a friend, or maybe an ex-co-worker of some kind? I couldn't tell but my curiosity got the better of me and I hesitantly reply a hello and ask how they are. This gives me time, I thought, to ask Ginandjack if he knows him and, more importantly, to figure out if I need to run away screaming.
Then I wrote for an hour and went to bed. And dreamed. Now, I don't tend to remember my dreams often. I don't need to and most often it's just the subconscious playing out meaningless shit. But it's 50/50 as my dreams are often visions as well. And this one sure as shit was.
My flat was destroyed, as if someone had taken a sledgehammer to it. Some walls had holes, my things were gone, the kitchen counter missing, and the bathroom broken to bits. As if someone had come in and just ripped the place apart. It reminded me very strongly of after we had torn the flat apart after the flood except there was no sign of water damage. This wasn't a memory. It was a new destruction. A blizzard whirled outside, just starting to get heavy as the evening light began to fade from the night sky. There was a lot of personal symbolism I won't get into in there as well but the message was clear: the destruction of home on different fronts. In this case three. The snowstorm has a different meaning - more about weathering the storm than anything else.
So I woke up puzzled to hell about what the hell could that mean. Was it an oracle from Heimdallr or was my brain trying to tell me something?
The answer was abundantly clear when I checked the messages on my phone. It turns out that the man mentioned above is an ex-boyfriend from a dozen years ago. He's put on weight which is why I didn't recognize him readily. Said Ex is also related to an ex-best friend that I no longer associate myself with. This is the same ex that, not a week after I broke up with him, ran away and was hospitalized in a mental institution for a week. The Curse struck again*
Well, shit. Message received loud and clear. Run away screaming. (Actually, from what he's told me in a message I have yet to respond to he's doing fairly well for himself just not all together. That's nice but I still want nothing to do with you.)
* All of my ex-boyfriends have had something drastic and usually terrible happen to them immediately after I broke up with them. It wasn't the Evil Eye or revenge on my part as previously said I know when something won't work out and I drop it like a hot potato. The only relationship that broke up mutually was congenially and very friendly. Even that man ended up moving back to his hometown in Ireland with his family a month later out of the blue. But we still talk and chat and he's doing wonderfully. The others... well, they have less happy endings.
