1.0California Psychicshttps://www.californiapsychics.com/blogimportedhttps://www.californiapsychics.com/blog/author/importedrich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="fk8uOoWA0g"><a href="https://www.californiapsychics.com/blog/dreams/dreamcast-65.html">DreamCast: Gypsies On the Beach</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://www.californiapsychics.com/blog/dreams/dreamcast-65.html/embed#?secret=fk8uOoWA0g" width="600" height="338" title="“DreamCast: Gypsies On the Beach” — California Psychics" data-secret="fk8uOoWA0g" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript"> /* <![CDATA[ */ /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); /* ]]> */ </script> I dreamt I was walking along a beach I know well at night, with a long line of people. They were gypsies. They spoke quietly among themselves. I was not one of them. We walked in a column up the beach and under a tunnel. Suddenly I was alone, wheeling a bicycle upward on the track. A derelict house stood across the track and I could not pass. There were people living in the house, including a very pretty gypsy girl and her husband, whose head was a skull! They were both very helpful. I was embarrassed at having to wheel my bike through their house, and he was embarrassed because he knew how he looked. They helped me very quietly and gently to get through the house to the other side.