Last night I had a vivid dream about bridges. Consulting the Oracle this morning, I was able to form the word bridge in both the Poet and Geek kits, giving me two sides of the coin–a question and an answer.
1
which star
streams the galactic code
to open
this bridge
through light
into completion?
2
blue bridge sails
ghoststars of skybreath–
opening holes
in the haunted ocean
of remembering–
a fool’s magic
embrace of time
Hozier’s version of this often-covered song captures most closely the atmosphere of my dream.
K. 
It sounds as though the stars of ghosts lead the way, memories. The Oracle always seems to be in tune with our personal concerns.
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It was a strange dream containing both the living and the dead. So yes, ghosts. And memories are themselves ghosts I suppose. Her words didn’t necessarily clarify, but they comforted.
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I’d put myself in the hands of ghostly memories in preference to some of the other choices.
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Beautifully done, Kerfe.
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Thanks Robbie.
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It’s amazing how the Oracle picks up on these things. I hope she helped you with the dream.
Coincidentally, I posted a photo today of geese in flight today, and I hadn’t noticed or remembered the bridge in the background.
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I am still puzzling over it. But I think it was cleansing in a way. Sometimes you need to sail across the troubled waters. (K)
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Yes. I’m still puzzling over a dream I had the other night, no bridges, but a stage and green room door, my grandfather, and a sense of urgency. . .
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Our grandparents always have something to tell us when they appear.
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