Dreaming of Molly

My dream last night was intriguing, and vivid, that’s for sure.

I was in what seemed to be a spaceship hair salon, and Molly McCord, my favorite astrologer, was pregnant, and doing my hair. As she mixed the color, and curled my long brown locks, and put bright blonde tones in certain parts of my hair, we spoke about our lives.

At one point, I brought up my most recent experience with love, and Molly abruptly stopped doing my hair. I turned around and saw her standing there with tears in her eyes. She said very clearly, in a soft voice, “Bri, you can’t go back to that.” I was curious why she was emotional all of a sudden, and she just started sobbing, and said through her tears, “Please tell me you won’t.” I very timidly told her okay. She came in to give me a big hug. Which I resisted, because of my experience with my sensitivities and physical touch. She noticed my resistance, and asked if she could hug me. I said yes, and we hugged.

Then it was as if she was telling or showing me an experience she had with a group of women. And they were all challenging her pretty harshly on certain topics. It seemed some of them weren’t aligned with her beliefs and just left her. I was sad watching this, because it wasn’t like she was telling it to me, it was as if I was seeing a vision of it happening to her.

An interesting dream, for sure. It felt so real.