Music for the heart, mind, and spirit...

I was moving into a really old large house with Andy. We were moving stuff in and I was upstairs. The house was very large, Victorian. The white paint was crumbling off the walls. I was thinking about all the repair work that needed to take place and I was wondering how I was going to get the landlord to do it for us. We had finished the first load and had just arrived with another. I was walking into the side door and I saw the face of a dread-locked caribbean man who had pink eyes and white chalky complexion come out of the ground. I was unhappy about this and exerted a force to make it go away. I realized the house was haunted and I was not happy about it. I went up a dark stairway onto the second floor to the large room where I was currently moving stuff. I set down the box that I was carrying. I was looking around at the glass doors and windows that were open and hanging from the ceiling and wondering how all this work was going to get done when water started coming out of a light socket above me and getting on the clothes I had just brought up. I started to do some thing with my hands. I was envisioning large orbs of orange light pushing from my outstretched hands. I was saying some like, “Spirits, you must leave” or something with force and I was envisioning the cleansing and clearing of the place. I was very upset and putting a lot of energy into this and wondering if it was going to be enough. I saw through the window downstairs that Andy was there. Then the phone rang. It was my old friend Sean. He was wondering if we had finished moving in. He asked if we were going to some party because he was thinking about it. There’s some vague recollection of another part of the dream where I was with him but I can’t connect with it right now… maybe lost forever. Then I remember talking to someone about the haunted house. They were telling me about Count Spooky Scare. That his spirit was residing in the house. We were thinking that he was a myth but this person was telling me he was real.

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