A Mullet And Weird Dreams

Early morning check-up and the energy was amped up. Everyone was giddy, the giddy before the grumpy, full moon energetic overload, glad I caught them on the upside. I slept very little and ended up falling asleep again later only to have a very crazy lucid dream. Too bad it wasn’t a freeing and happy dream being as it was so lucid, but I never gained control over the dream so I was at the mercy of my brain’s narration. I was emersed in the experience feeling everything as if I was in my waking life. I am no coward in my sleep I am a warrior where it counts fearless and determined. I like to think somewhere inside that is the real me. I would love to share this dream but it was a bit prophetic in nature and one I think I will hold close to my chest for now. I maybe was shown some things I shouldn’t share, I get a bit nervous when it has to do with something the higher ups in the world may not want anyone to know.

On another note, I had a great check-up and some good laughs. There has been a lot of strange synchronicity in the last week and today was the same. I noticed the car parked beside mine had the exact same set of rosary beads hanging from the mirror even hanging the same way. It may not seem that odd to some people but I have had these beads for at least 10 years and have never seen another like it. Synchronicity this week so much that it almost seems like a weird glitch. I will take it as a sign of an energetic alignment that I am on track somehow.

Just when I thought this day wouldn’t get any better I finally caved and cut and colored my daughter’s hair. A raven black mullet, she knows what she wants, lucky for her I can deliver. It kills me how easy people think mullets are to cut, not so much. She likes texture and poof so I did some razor cutting too. Honestly, if I had put her off much longer she would have been chopping away at her hair, she passed impatience into desperation. I have a few more cuts on my agenda this weekend and then I will retire the scissors for a bit and then I will be heading back to cosmetology school, time to make a dent in it and get it done. Covid sure did sidetrack some things. I wonder how many people found a whole new path through all of this, a complete change of direction. I sure hope some good books came out of this deal, it has been a while since we have had a truly great novel experience, ya know? I want a true literary masterpiece that becomes a standard part of classrooms for years to come, can we get a new instant classic already? Somewhere out there someone has wrote a masterpiece they are too afraid to share, please take the chance. Good night, good morning, sweet dreams, good day may you have the best of either. Do the thing, whatever the thing is you want to do, you got this.


Published by izzysconfessions

I was born and raised in the smallest of towns in Southwest Virginia. A town that is extraordinarily active, yet a town that is like it's very own little mini Bible belt. My dad was Baptist, my mom pentecostal, and I'm paranormal. I would venture to say it is somewhat of a family trait. One that is met with equal acceptance and curiosity as much as it is met with skepticism. Individually and collectively so much has been experienced and witnessed at times to such a degree that one might wonder how on earth there is room for doubt. I dont have all the answers, I do not have it all figured out. Im as human as everyone else relying heavily many mornings on a lot of coffee and a little Jesus. In fact, I can't decide what I want for dinner most days. One constant is I cannot go a single day without chocolate. Pour a cup of coffee, or a little tea and whiskey and join me in my confessions of a haunted freak.

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