I wasn't thinking of Sissy (Marilyn), I didn't watch anything she was on, I didn't see her anywhere.
Also, no, I didn't go to a Wendy's. No one I know went to a Wendy's that day. I don't even live by a fucking Wendy's. There isn't any Wendy's stimuli anywhere.
So in this dream, I am driving down the road. Weird road, busy. Like a road in LA.
There's this older gold car that was driving up toward me, coming my way in the opposite lane.
I see that Sissy is in the drivers seat. At that time, the sun (or a spotlight) shined on her. Super bright. Head to toe, clearly, Sissy.
She pointed to her right, wanting me to follow her.
She pulled into a parking lot.
Next thing I remember, I'm walking into a Wendy's and I see Sissy standing in line. She was wearing a blue dress, short, made out of what looked like dark blue jean fabric.
She saw me and held her arms out, "Honey!"
First hug I ever got from her.
Gave her a super huge hug. She's taller than me (who isn't), smelled really pretty.
That's all I remember before my cat Luna jumped on my face and woke me up.
She very clearly wanted me to be awake, and it was something like 6am.
Went back to bed, and I saw my cat Cuddles who passed away jumping on a couch.
I said 'Hi' to her and walked past, then woke up.
It was weird.
In other news:
YouTube is going well.
I'm having a bit of a career crisis that I need to take time and counsel my guides and Jonathan and the Angels for.
I don't want to say much because I don't really know where I am with it. Emotionally, mentally, physically. I don't really know where I sit.
There's a lot that I'm doing that isn't in my heart, not a part of my soul, that I have to do right now or I don't work at all. There's a lot that I'm doing that I don't like doing. That's tiring me. That's irritating me. There's a lot that I'm doing by myself. I don't really want to nor am I able to do/continue to do this stuff by myself.
There's a lot I see on the horizon, in the future, I'm not sure I can sign up for. I want to sign up for. Or, I know for sure I can navigate independently.
I'm not sure if that's coloring my debacle or not, but... I need to figure things out.
I don't even know how I feel about feeling the 'have to figure it out' thing.
Yeah, I need to sit and wait for guidance and advice from my guides.
I'm pretty sure that's why I saw Sissy.
They start filtering in at odd angles little by little before they lay some advice and answers on me. Or advice anyhow.
I stay open, I relax (it's a process), I wait.
When patience is a virtue one is still working to attain, that shit is hard.
I'm at a real toss-up.
Or maybe, just maybe, this is what surrender (detachment) feels like...
...but if it is, why is it tinted very faintly with sadness?
We shall see what happens, I guess.
Life is fairly pleasant otherwise.
I truly enjoy my moments. I am sitting at the seat of my soul, watching miracles happen every day. In and around my life. Working on keeping my humanity in check, my emotions balanced, and my anxiety about certain uncontrollables managed realistically. With the remembrance of reality, and that it isn't controllable.
Okay, bored now.
Peace, love, light & positivity.