I read Tarot in pubs for cold hard cash
and am used to telling people things that only they know about (can be quite fun if they have been having an affair). I haven't done a reading in months.

I was on holiday with my (then) boyfriend down in Cornwall at the beginning of October. Wonderful holiday, apart from Tintagel Head being closed. Blissful walks in the Tamar Valley, sunset at Polzeath Beach, and also a lovely visit to Padstow to see the three shops that are not owned by Rick Stein. We got on very well, it was all very romantic and we were enjoying every minute.

Towards the end of the week I had the oddest dream.

I was in a swimming pool when someone (their face was unclear) told me I should hide because death was coming. As I swam down to the pool filter, Death walked by. Death on this occasion was wearing the body of a woman (aged around 35-40). As I swam, I was aware of her walking through a garden touching Hydrangea bushes, causing the flowers to bloom and die within seconds.

I swam through the pool filter and out the other end. I was in a wonderful park or garden and wanted to stop for a while and enjoy it. The person I was with was not happy about this and kept telling me to run, to hurry. I was
dragged along when I saw a cottage. Pulling free from the person who was dragging me along, I entered the house. In a rocking chair by the fire was my nana. She died of a stroke about 7 years ago. She was the same as I last
remembered her, in hospital. The only way I can describe it, is that she re-animated. She told me that I could not trust the surroundings, that they were someone elses vision and that I did not belong there. It wasn't real, and someone was misleading me. She told me to trust my instincts and not my
guide as they were trying to trick me with was a red herring. Then, as quickly as she had 're-animated' she was comatose again.

I left the house and was immediately dragged elsewhere. I was sitting on a sofa with Geoff (my bloke) next to me. He was hanging upside-down from the ceiling with his head on the sofa. Behind me stood his mother (I'd never met
her) and she was telling him off for something, as though he was a teenager.
He was perfectly compliant, and childlike (which is very unlike him).

I woke up, and could not shake the dream. I put it down to Cornish Pasty over indulgence, and continued with the holiday. I couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that followed me, and when I got back he ended our relationship.
Apparently he did not see a future for us and now he is getting married to his ex girlfriend.

Now Death is a tarot card that indicates change, and the Hanged Man is a person stuck in limbo, and must make a difficult decision to get on with their lives. The Hanged Man card is a young male typically shown as hanging upside down.
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