Dream Fragments Healing Bath

Have you ever had a dream where, when you wake up, it leaves it's residue and makes you feel disgusting for the entire day?

I did, and though I still feel a bit gross, I also feel a lot better. Here's what I did

You will need
- Sea salt
- a candle with a scent pleasing to you
- an oil with a scent pleasing to you
- a book (optional)

1. Draw a bath. Add as much or as little sea salt as you want.
2. Put a few drops of oil onto each of your chakra points. Anoint the candle with the oil as well. Don't worry about what the candle/oil smell or colour symbolizes, just make sure they are pleasing to you
3. Light the candle, get in the bath
4. Draw a line of sea salt on your stomach, and tell the salt to draw out the dream residue. Leave the salt there until you feel ready to remove it.
5. While the salt works, read a book if you choose, while soaking.
6. Wash the salt off

Dreams!

So, I had a pretty awesome dream a couple nights ago. I kind of forgot about it until jsut before dinner, and posted it up on my dream journal. Right before Lisey left to go to bed, I told her this dream, and I thought she was going to drop dead from an overload. I have a feeling she's going to interveiw me about this tomorrow, but I'll post the dream here, in case anyone else wants to read it, or interpret it:

I was at the newly finished Conestoga mall. This is our local mall, and it’s currently going through a HUGE facelift, with 30+ new stores, restaurants, ect. I’m with my mom, but I wander off toward the food court. There is a small cafe which is run by a Voodoo/Hoodoo/ Santeria priestess. She gets me to buy this cup of coffee called Mulan. The beans smelt like melon, and the coffee tasted really good. I don’t really like coffee to begin with, but I like this stuff. I go find my mom at the GAP, and tell her how good it is. I’ve practically chugged this cup of coffee. She is uninterested.

I wander outside the GAP, and there is a kiosk with Disney stuff. I look up at it, bored. There is an older man beside me. A young guy, about my age, jumps off the top of the kiosk and asks if I’m in high school. I tell him I’m college-aged. And he starts telling me about Disney World. I tell him I know all about it, because my parents are dragging me along this year, and I tell him my parents belong to the Disney Vacation Club. He tells me that I might have some more fun if someone else comes with us to Disney.

We then go back to the coffee shop, and I bribe the priestess to help me keep this guy. It works. I believe I slip her an extra $5.
I invite him home, and then I realise I’m still dating my current boyfriend, and I know I have to break up with him, because I really love the new guy.

A couple notes: The young guy was a fairly good build. He wasn't scrawny and I didn't fear as if I was going to "break" him. I think he was a red-head with really elegant features. I can't really remember. There is a legend that states if you kiss someone in your dream, you'll never kiss them in real life. I've kissed my current boyfriend in my dreams, but never in real life; and in this dream, I didn't kiss this one guy.

Pagan Dreams

I am studying makeup artistry come January. Don’t get me wrong, I love makeup so much, and I love playing with it. Though, recently, I’ve been focusing more on my USBoS, once I get my raw documents processed—I’m aiming for the end of October—I think I’ll actually work on practising makeup again, along-side tarot practise.
However, my town is majorly lacking in any sort of pagan themed shops and communities, despite a growing pagan population. We have a fantastic stone store, and we have a couple good places to buy incense and candles—namely a store called Green Earth, and Pier One Imports—and we can sometimes get oils at these locations and at The Body Shop, and we have a lot of places that sell herbs in bulk, though I have yet to go into the one store my friend recommended, which is funny because it’s right by my optometrists (Hmm, I’m going there on Tuesday, maybe I’ll pop in!).
We do have one “New Age” store. I won’t tell you it’s name because I don’t want this to turn into a call-out. I’ve been there once. Sure, they had fireproof shells, smudge sticks and feathers, silk handkerchiefs, and a largest selection of divination tools I’ve seen offline. It had some good items that I would have loved to invest in. Keyword: invest. It was pricy.
Though I would love to shop online, I still live with my paranoid father who hates shopping online, not to mention that the shipping is murder and a lot of stores don’t ship to Canada.
In America—so I’m told—there are tons of New Age shops. Actual, physical stores. Some are probably high-end, and some are incredibly local and affordable. So, what’s wrong with Canada? Sure, some of our bigger cities have stores.
I kind of blame my town. We are a university town. People from all over the world come here to go to our engineering school. We get all these intellectuals, but not in the philosophical sense. We get the hard-core nerds.
I love nerds, don’t get me wrong.

Anyway, I guess it’s a bit of a dream of mine to open a proper pagan store in town in some place accessible and doesn’t look like some hippie wannabe is running the store. Somewhere that looks professional and reputable, with everything from wands to jewellery, to artwork, to running seminars and classes. Something that has high-price objects, and also affordable basics that I just cannot find here...we don’t have anything like this here. Sure, we have them in Toronto, or London, or Windsor, but not here.

So, does anyone else want to share your pagan dreams/goals? I’m intensely curious!