I woke up today with some really bad dreams. Yes, it’s plural. My dreams were lucid enough that I can try to change them, but even the new dreams were bothersome as well. I didn’t have any scary images or anything like that, but they have a negative vibe.
Yesterday, Pat and I went to visit Templo Santa Muerte (located in Santa Monica, east of Western Ave) after dinner from Kyochon. We were curious about the Saint of Death. We were browsing the many selections of statues, candles and oils.
I saw this really cool litttle statue and I asked for assistance to see it. but when he pulled it close to me, we weren’t aware that it was tied to another statue. When she handed it to me, the other one was yanked and the other one fell. I felt so bad about it.
I didn’t buy the one that broke, and they didn’t ask me to pay for it. But I did get something else to compensate their loss. I got a blue candle, a small Santa Muerte statue, a rose perfume oil, and a little Mexican tarot deck.
The Mexican deck I got has some cute pictures but it’s so thickly laminated that it’s hard to shuffle without them sticking to each other. It has no name so I’m thinking it’s a private/independent published deck. I don’t know if I should keep it or give it as a gift. I’m still thinking about it.
Anyways, I’m not sure if my dreams were related to that incident last night. I wonder if my guilt from the breakage is haunting me in my dreams. I hope it doesn’t last long.