Double, Double, Toil And Trouble

“Double, double, toil and trouble

Fire burn and cauldron bubble

Double, double, toil and trouble

Something wicked this way comes.

Eye of newt and toe of frog,

Wool of bat and tongue of dog,

Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting,

Lizard's leg and howlet's wing.

Double, double, toil and trouble

Fire burn and cauldron bubble

Double, double, toil and trouble

Something wicked this way comes.”

-John Williams , Mischief Managed

A message via frequency

Came through the static as “Mischief managed”

Hmm. Not something I’d normally listen to but message received nonetheless.

I saw you watching me in my sleep last night. I was lying on my side talking with someone. I saw you in 3rd person, but then returned to my body because I refused to acknowledge you. It hurts to see you. I wish I could make you understand. I need this. I need you to stay away from me. It hurts. This hurts.

“She’s going to have your face”

Whispered into my ear from spirit.

My daughters are coming?

Another dream song.

We were on the beach, and I remember studying the yellow sandstone beneath my feet in the clear waters. There were moorish idols and yellow tangs in the cracks of the rocks. We were about to leave when I said “wait! I wanna walk the beach before I don’t get a chance to!” And I walked around the sandstone to the left on the beach. You asked me: “Have you ever swam in the ocean before? And I said “No I’m too afraid of the sharks.” And we laughed. I remember looking out to sea while singing this song and saw a nasty storm brewing. We were leaving before the storm was coming. The beach was the most gorgeous dreamscape I’d ever seen. I don’t understand this, what does it all mean?