The Time is Nigh
Gotta make some bread. The dreams are coming in like gangbusters, and last night I was roaming around New Orleans music clubs with only $15 in my pocket. Way way short of what I need. A gentleman behind a grand piano was waiting for things to quiet down so he could begin. Some ruckus on another stage was finishing up. I lived in New Orleans in 1972, and it was not a pleasant experience. Interesting in last night's dream; I mentioned to my companions that I had completely forgotten about Katrina. The city was still unpleasant, but it became manageable. Me and money have had our ups and downs. Quite a few downs. I like the image of bread (money) being soft and pliable. In my hands to mold according to my desires. Perfectly shaped and baked to sustain my earthly life.
Soon I shall see if Pluto, fresh off the opposition to my Venus has done the trick.
Pass the bread basket, if you will.