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    I thought we had a wacky dream thread somewhere...

    ...but since I can't seem to find it or remember where it might be...

    I've been having a recurring dream of meeting a black dog at a crossroads lately.

    Any devotes of Hecate have advice?
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    Re: I thought we had a wacky dream thread somewhere...

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    Is hiding in divination.

    Can't help with the actual question though.
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      Re: I thought we had a wacky dream thread somewhere...

      Dogs are a symbol of spiritual guides and guardians in general and can indicate helpfulness. Hecate is the goddess of witchcraft and the supernatural. The crossroads indicates choices. So it may just be that is time to reevaluate where you are with your faith, and what you believe. There may be a difficult choice ahead that your spiritual guides could help you with.
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      It could be complicated; of course it could be complicated. And it opened one up to the possibility of more pain and loss.
      Still, it was a blessing I would never relinquish. Love, genuine love, was always a cause for joy.
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        Re: I thought we had a wacky dream thread somewhere...

        Are you sure you are not channeling Robert Johnson?

        See here.

        He was the one that sold his soul at the crossroads to be famous I think.

        Robert Leroy Johnson (May 8, 1911 – August 16, 1938) was an American blues singer-songwriter and musician. His landmark recordings in 1936 and 1937 display a combination of singing, guitar skills, and songwriting talent that has influenced later generations of musicians. Johnson's shadowy and poorly documented life and death at age 27 have given rise to much legend. One Faustian myth says that he sold his soul to the devil at a local crossroads of Mississippi highways to achieve success. As an itinerant performer who played mostly on street corners, in juke joints, and at Saturday night dances, Johnson had little commercial success or public recognition in his lifetime.
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