I dreamed I was with my mother in a large building. We walked down a hallway and into a room. In the middle of the room was a table with a midde aged woman sitting at one end of the table. I turned to the left and saw a young girl standing there, smiling. She had long, straight blond hair. Sitting with her was an older woman, like a grandmother. The old woman told me to say hello to the little girl, then tell her my name and why I was here. I didn't know why I was here, I just sort of ended up here so I waved and said "Hello" and didn't think anything more of it. The little girl's smile dropped and she now looked horrified. The old lady looked highly indignant and she said that I insulted the little girl or something to that effect. I didn't care and I was distracted by the middle aged woman clearing the table. She was sweeping everything off using her hands and arms and not seeming to care if things landed on the floor or where they went. "Ha! She does that just like me," I thought. I went over to the table. It was real low. It reminded me of a Japanese tea ceremony. My mother was sitting on the floor at one side of the table. I sat down too, across from the midde aged woman. I saw a deck of tarot card in the middle of the table. The table was clear of everything except the cards. I got scared. I thought she was going to do a reading and I was afraid of what she would say. I thought, "What if she starts telling about my conversations with Billy? I'll deny it. I'll say it was my imagination. What if she starts talking about my plans for the future?" I looked at my mother. I didn't want her to know. The lady got up and walked past me. Then she came back and handed me a new deck of tarot cards. I know they were new because she was removing the plastic from them. She told me to shuffle the cards so that I could handle them and the cards would get familiar with me, the cards could get to know me. I don't know how to shuffle so I did the best I can. I took some cards and moved them to the back of the deck and then did it again. Then I saw that the cards were all organized so that the cards with the same meanings were together in, like, envelopes. It was impossible to shuffle with all the cards locked in folders or envelopes. Then I woke up.

I referred to "Billy" above, he was my long ago friend's brother and last I heard, he had died. I have had dreams in which he talks to me and we kind of had conversations. I don't know. It was weird and they felt so "real". I had nothing to do with him in real life, in fact he hated me. I don't know why he talks to me in dreams, if he has.