THE WEAVE:
Mercury calls V,
for consultation…
"Ok, if we are going to do this, you need to lie down on something," V says, "Preferably a davenport." "Why?" Mercury asks. Vesta shrugs, "It's just the Way we do things." "...OK, go... I'm horizontal," Mercury confirms. "So what seems to be the query, beLoved?" Vesta begins, in her usual Way. "My dream life has been hella vivid lately," Mercury says. "Oh yeah? Tell me about it," Vesta invites him. "Last Night, I was a mentee on a space-ship, and my guide handed me a red balloon with a four leaf clover on it." "The Luck of the Irish!" Vesta exclaims, "Or IT. "Your mentor must have known you're re-entering Taurus. Keep your eye out for Keebir, while you're in the Garden." "A lot of the Time, when I dream, I am you, Vesta," Mercury admits. "That makes sense," V shrugs, "I tend to embody the best of us." "Last week, I watched a Death Star crash into a lake, as I surfed the waves of its after-shock," Mercury continues, reading from his dream diary. "Are you alWays in Space when you dream?" Vesta wonders. "Most of the Time, yeah," Mercury shrugs. "So what is the difference between sleeping, and waking, then?" Vesta asks him. Mercury sighs, "You are the fucking Dr. V. And that's a Great question..."
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