Thursday, October 27th, 2016 — 3°C / 37°F with bright sun and cool air in Atlantic Canada @ 10:44 am — WPKN’s personality and host of ‘Sometimes Classical’ – Richard Epstein has a birthday today —
Yoko Ono’s ‘Imagine Peace Tower’ dedicated to the memory of John Lennon. This was tweeted ten days ago on the 17th.
— Couple of dreams this morning.
— One – I woke up hearing a woman’s voice tell me, “I’m with your mother-” I didn’t recognize the voice. ( Mom died last April – I haven’t seen her in any dreams yet. I get the impression that I can feel her presence quite a bit – )
— Two – I was a student in some kind of training program, I thought I recognized several other students there from my past – Women from my class in school that I didn’t believe would want to have much to do with me – There were both women and guys in this group and I thought we were learning something to do with producing video and audio programs for broadcast. I think we were in a ‘break’ room where there were chairs and couches at all different heights – some raised seat things at a height you might expect at a sports bar/restaurant (?) some at normal height, sofas and ‘love seats’ closer to the floor. Some of these seats had their cushions removed, I didn’t see the cushions anywhere – but some of the seats just had something like a steel criss-crossed grid to hold cushions and no cushions. I came back into this room after having some kind of interview with the teachers and/or administrators of this course. I asked several teachers or administrators where their headquarters was, expecting that it would be in New York City, and had to ask at least three times to get an answer I could understand, that answer was “In this city, on South street.” I repeated, ‘South Street?’ and they nodded, affirmatively.
— Getting back into the break room, I had several people congratulating me for something. Asking me if I won. I wasn’t sure what they were referring to, but when one young woman in the class was talking about her project I was thinking I could certainly help her with recording the audio tracks and help her get that as professional sounding as possible.
— Then someone, a guy, who I thought was one of the most important people in the organization was smiling and shaking my hand. He told me he was pretty sure I won the Audi. { I haven’t paid attention to Audi automobiles in the past dozen years, and maybe not so much before that – This was a complete surprise to me. I was thinking of Cathi’s and my recent issues with vehicles and only managed to say, “That would be nice-” }
— And then I woke up with the cat harrassing me because it was time for the pets morning feeding, & of course the cat wanted his treats first.
Thursday, October 6th, 2016 — 23°C / 74°F — Sunny & Pleasant in Atlantic Canada @ 4:19 pm — Bill Pellenz’s birthday.
– “Be a smile millionaire -” – give away smiles like they’re going out of style? – And not because you’re about to eat all those fish behind you? – Very nice quote, which has nothing to do with any dreams last night or this morning- But dolphins and underwater are cool dreamlike images. –
— Yeah – Yesterday, last night and this morning were so weird I’ll have to check with somebody’s blog to read up on weird atmospheric snarr that might be hitting us here on Earth.
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— Earlier:
— I got up around 5:45 am – couldn’t sleep – made a cup of coffee and forgot it in the microwave – turned the television on to get the daily forecast etc. and couldn’t see anything in the dark to know whether I had to scrape the frost off Cathi’s windshield or not – She’s got a test today to see if she can qualify for a promotion/higher paying job where she works, or maybe even transfer to a more amazing place in New Brunswick, like St Andrews? — Shhh! Don’t tell the pets, they might not get over another move – Anyway, I sat down, waiting for the weather stuff and fell asleep, woke up at slightly after 7:00 am, got up from the chair, told the coffee maker to start working, went to the washroom, didn’t quite die of fright when I saw the guy on the other side of the mirror –
— I went back to the chair with a nice thick blanket to protect me from the cat, who did come along and climb onto my lap. 25 pound ‘Moe’ – working on trying to be a 30 pound cat, nestled in and purred as long as I kept patting him or rubbing his cheek bones- I fell asleep and had some intense and quick dreams.
— Aware of the weight in my arms as I fell asleep cradling Moe – I dreamed I was carrying a human baby around – the baby had a plastic extension where part of his pinky finger had been amputated, or was somehow missing. It looked like a piece of macaroni. Somebody – a female voice – told me, “I almost picked him up myself, but with all the amputations and other problems in his system, I got thoroughly ‘creeped out’. — Then I dreamed I saw a guy who was preparing a Hallowe’en costume, who was wrapping his arm in a sheet of plastic that was painted red to look bloody, while he would be carrying a plastic meat cleaver in his other hand. When I looked at him closely, I got a ‘something’s wrong with this’ feeling, and asked him, “Do you really want to harm yourself?” he looked serious, shrugged and nodded. I asked, “Is this serious? How serious are you?” He looked like he was in spiritual pain as he winced and said, “very serious-” — I asked, “What can I do? – Should I take you right to the hospital and get you some help?” — And that’s when I woke up with Moe deciding it was time to scramble off me and go find trouble to get into somewhere else. This was about 19 minutes after 7 am. I felt weak and dazed and got up and stumbled down the hall to see if Cathi was going to get up on time or had she fallen back to sleep? – She was getting up and I blurted out some of the details of my creepy dreams.
— In Real Life: The dog wanted out, The cat wanted treats. I dealt with both of them and shortly after Cathi went outside I managed to close the bedroom door and climb back into bed and became quickly comatose.
— More Real Life: I woke up at about 11:11 am and went, “Yipes! I almost forgot to feed the pets.” The pets were relieved and let me know they weren’t impressed.
— I managed to get back into the bedroom, close the door and fell safely into a deep sleep.
—*** Back in the very busy dream stream today: ***
— I connected with multiple dream streams, here are some details from the last few:
— I was showing a group of women friends around a city I thought might be New Haven, Connecticut. – One of them, my friend in this current life, who lives with her spouse in Vermont, stayed for the night in my apartment’s spare room.
— I was showing the whole group of Lyn and her friends how the the audio and audio-video recording and editing equipment and software worked.
— Then I was communicating with another woman, remotely, who was developing an upgrade to the Audio-Video editing software- She was able to connect with my computer and could see how I arranged everything in the program’s windows as she talked me through setting everything up in her beta test version. She asked me where I liked to keep the video streaming window and how I liked to set up the various streams below that, which colours the streams should be so the most important caught and held my attention the best. She also noted that I like to keep all this, the video window and the tracking graphs for video levels and various sound channels – on the left in one large related panel with a vertical window on the right with all the various controls as closely related to the channels they were controlling as possible. She said she appreciated my efforts because she didn’t get much of a chance to know what her end users wanted and appreciated the most –
— I went to dinner with my friend Lyn and several of her friends, we went to a restaurant with a second story open air balcony, overlooking a nice suburban area with lots of trees and gardens and interesting lines of curving roads and hills and streams-
— Lyn’s friends went their separate ways and she came ‘home’ with me, we paused to look at the river across the street from my apartment building, which had once been a movie theatre – the river had long ago carved a pretty deep gorge out of solid rock -the river’s surface was probably fifty to seventy five feet down inside the gorge, which had interestingly carved and sculpted features- but at that time of day, the sun was reflecting on the surface of the river so brightly we were nearly blinded.
— Next morning, Lyn’s up and getting ready to go back to her home – looking for things to pack and trying to make sure she’s got everything. — I picked up a soft brown fleece jacket with sections made to look like a vest over a sweatshirt, with slightly different, but complimentary shades of brown – the vest part was lighter than the darker, almost rust coloured sections of the jacket. The jacket had a hood which was lighter than the dark part, but half a shade darker than the vest? – I asked her if that jacket was hers. She thanked me – said it was almost identical to a favourite jacket of hers that she lost somewhere, and she was afraid she’d left this replacement jacket somewhere in our various travels the day before. I said, nope- I found it on the back of a chair in the kitchen, and I knew it was yours because of the patterns on the shoulders – which looked like an abstract arrangement of subtle flowers with most of the colours in the brown area with hints of orange and yellow and more subtle hints of red.
— We went outside and there were a lot of people staring at the river across the street, including a lot of grade school aged children, mostly boys. The sky was very grey, it was windy, the river had risen almost to the top of the gorge and was raging, some water was splashing up onto a ledge that might have been five feet from the nearly flat top of the rock out there, on the other side of the highway. I turned to Lyn and said, “We better get out of here-” She nodded.
— On our way back to my apartment, which was the last door on the right of that building, one of the young boys pointed to the next door to the left of mine and said, “That looks like it used to be a ticket window.” A woman who was probably in her forties or fifties, opened that door, said, “Yes it was, this building used to be a movie theatre.” And I smiled and said, “And my door used to lead to the owner’s office-“
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— When I woke up I felt disoriented and so strange that I thought I better check with Starfire Tor’s pages and see if she’s told us anything about weird solar storms and/or geo-magnetic storms on earth creating weird dreams and stuff like that lately.
Thursday, September 29th, 2016 — 11°C / 51°F — Sunny & Cool in Atlantic Canada @ 10:45 am —
— Stonehenge At Night – Seems like a fitting image for a Dream Journal Entry —
— I woke up at something like 3:45 am with a wicked headache. Could have been a combination of allergies and sleeping with my neck in a wrong position-?
— So I stumbled around with one eye half open and made a cup of instant coffee – hoping the caffeine would do the trick & went and sat back in the recliner in the living room.
— Woke up a little later with the same degree of ‘wicked’ headache, got up, ate something, took two aspirin and another cup of coffee.
— That appears to have worked. I was able to get up and start the coffee so the love of my life would have one less arduous task to get herself together and out the door on time. But then I sat back down and conked out. I think I heard her going out the porch door.
— & I’m thinkin’ – these colours from this angle also looks quite dreamlike. The photographer is German, I’m guessing this might be somewhere in Germany. —
***** Dreams :
— I dreamt we replaced our outside east facing door with a more solid door that was half an inch too narrow and tried to compensate by adding a second door – a bifold door with windows – inside the one that didn’t quite close right. — The door blew open a couple times, I gave up and { inside the dream – } tried to get some sleep.
— I turned around and saw a blur on the floor, a weird green cartoon of a dog formed around the blur and looked like a caricature of a dead dog – When I got to look through the green thing, I saw a small dog who was quite lively and not dead. I also saw a cat I was sure was Domino – our dearly departed Bengal Cat – but a bit smaller and maybe younger than Domino when we knew him. I think a couple more smallish animals had gotten into the house while the doors had been open.
— Sigh –, I really miss that cat.
Earlier:
— There were two women I thought I recognized, one of them being long time family friend, Diane P. Torres – who’s got a birthday coming up in about 23 days 🙂 – And while they were busy doing something – I’m not exactly sure what they were doing – I realized I had a celebrity guest who came into the room with the three of us. It was a large room, reminded me of a library in a mansion (?) I’m not sure exactly what I was doing either, but I was slightly south-east of the center of the room and the women were in the north-west, and the celebrity guest came in from farther east and slightly north of me. I thought I should introduce the women to the guest and as I began to do so, realized that the woman I thought was Diane was someone else, so halfway through my introduction speech, I panicked and forgot everybody’s names, I asked the woman who wasn’t Diane, “How formally should I introduce you, tell him you are Miss Chapin?” and then thankfully woke up before I died of embarrassment.
— When I woke up from that is when I realized I had that wicked splitting headache.
— And — another dreamy lookin’ place, Banff, Alberta —
Early Friday Morning, August 26th, 2016 — 19°C / 66°F & “Dark” @ 3:20 am —
— Dreamed some kind of weather event hit an organic farm/alternatives research station up the street from where I used to live. Reports reached me saying the one person who stayed at the place ’24/7′ had been injured and was recuperating on-site.
— I put together a basket with several ears of corn and other produce that I guess came from my own organic farm and went to see if he and others at the site needed my help.
— Among other problems – their weather tracking software and maybe the computer it ‘lived on’ had been damaged.
— When I got there the injured person had a lot of red marks all around his forehead, scrapes and healing scratches, but he was ambulatory and hurting, slightly worse for wear, but able to get up and pretty much take care of himself. – And, there were quite a few of his friends there, working on getting everything back up and running, including dozens of children between the ages of 9 and 18 who were celebrating life between assignments to pick up broken pieces of wood, branches of trees and stuff like that. I checked to be sure I had my camera with me and was preparing to take photographs of their activities, apologized to somebody for not realizing that there were so many people committed to this project that I really didn’t need to put together my ‘get well care package’ – but they appreciated my contribution anyway.
— Then one of the people there came to me and held up what I recognized as one of my old wallets. He said, “I think you left this here a while ago- here you go-” I accepted it and looked inside – there were several Canadian hundred dollar bills as well as quite a few smaller denomination Canadian bills inside it. I was slightly shocked and grateful he’d been so honest.
— I walked around, saw one young child looking like he or she had had a busy day, sat down with his or her feet up and fallen asleep, I was getting ready to take a photo of this kid when somebody else came to me and held up a wallet that looked like one I made with a leather stitching kit when I would have been between eight and fourteen years old. This person said, “Check it out, I want to be sure it gets to the right person-” I checked inside and again there were two or three Canadian hundred dollar bills and several twenties, a couple tens and fives and it looked very much like money I thought I had spent on my last trip down into the United States to see family members and attend a happy-sad occasion down there.
— I was trying to remember how I might have forgotten I had put that money down somewhere and forgotten about it as I began waking up to the sound of CBC network news talking about casualties in the earthquake in Italy.
Thursday Morning, August 11th, 2016 — 20°C / 68°F & Dark @ 4:22 am in Atlantic Canada — It’s my favourite niece in law’s birthday today. ( she knows who she is 🙂 ) —
Katy’s Cove, St Andrews, New Brunswick.
— I’m still having dreams that are episodic. I’ll be doing something somewhere with a group of people, then I’ll be somewhere else with different people doing something else, then I’ll come back to the first place and the first bunch of people – and maybe go three or four other places and end up back where I started.
— Since I finished my stint in the Navy I been having these not always pleasant dreams that I’m back in the Navy, and, for instance, someone will come running through my sleeping compartment (where there are dozens of narrow bunks with tubular metal frames stacked up at least five high with not a heck of a lot of room between one bunk and the next -) and say, “hey, get ready, the Captain’s coming down, aren’t you ready for inspection?” & I’ll go into a slight panic, realizing my hair is like a foot longer than ‘regulation’ and I have a beard that the Captain won’t like at all- and I know I’m not wearing regulation footwear and the shoes I’m wearing will never shine to the Captain’s level of approval- So if they’re looking for an excuse to ‘volunteer’ anybody for any kind of ‘doo doo’ detail my number is up.
— Okay, so late Tuesday night / early yesterday morning I dreamed the Navy had somebody come get me and tell me they’d messed up my records, and going back over them, decided I owed them two more years of ‘service’ — Then I was riding in a car, don’t know who was driving, but I knew it was a friend and I knew they were driving me onto some weird little out of the way Navy base that maybe had a twenty year old two story barracks building and two or three old ships, including Amphibious landing craft ships left over from world war two and small destroyer type ships that were slightly larger than PT boats. I got there after dark, the officer of the deck looked at the papers I had and looked like he was confused, shrugged and led me to the sick bay where a doctor on duty scratched his head and shrugged and assigned me a bed, told me he’d give me a physical in the morning. Another dream intervened, like maybe a dream within a dream, and then I heard the doctor clear his throat, and ‘woke up’ in the sick bay bed to see the doctor looking at his watch and then scowling at me. I looked around for a clock and I think I found one, I couldn’t read it, but guessed it was something like 10:00 am when I should have been up and dressed and ready for whatever at 6:00 am —-
— Then, luckily – I woke up in this world and wondered why I still had these weird dreams about being in the Navy. Especially since I’d be way past retirement age and – what the heck use could I have been at my age?
Weird angle of Somebody swimming – thought this might fit the mood of a weird dream.
Monday, August 1st, 2016 — My cousin Lesley’s Birthday 🙂 —
[ — Yesterday we hopped in the van and drove to St Andrews by the Sea and then on to St John, both cities in New Brunswick — on the Bay of Fundy Coast where yesterday’s high and low tides were 23 feet apart. — I should pop some of yesterday’s photos in here — call it a real life happy dream of how every day could be fun and beautiful? — ]
— Last night I had several dreams, I’ve been ‘dreaming up a storm’ lately, remembering lots of details from several dreams, and watching dreams run into each other, sometimes continuing the previous dream, sometimes veering off on a tangent from the previous dream? –
— But I only remember a bit from the last dream. [ It’s been three hours since I had to get up and put out the garbage and the recycling ]
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— It looked like a real world setting, I might have been raking leaves in the yard of the house I grew up in or somewhere that felt that familiar.
— A young boy (eight to ten years old?) walked over to me, wrinkled his nose and looked irritated. He said, “I know where there’s a witch living around here -” and looked like he expected me to do something about that.
— I smiled and replied, “So do I -”
— The boy looked confused and worried and turned and looked at a woman who was standing on the sidewalk maybe ten feet away from us, full of righteous indignation over my taking his information in stride. They boy hurried to that woman, who I guessed was his mother. They walked away.
— There were a lot of people walking on the sidewalk that day. I didn’t think about it inside the dream, but it was like I lived near a community centre or even a church that had just finished its services – or something like that.
— I got back to raking my leaves.
— Then I looked up and noticed a young girl, maybe 11 or 12 years old, with the same irritated look the boy had shown earlier, “I know where a witch lives -” she almost growled with more purpose in her voice than the boy had shown.
— I looked past the girl and saw a friendly looking grandmotherly type who’d heard the girl and looked worried by the girl’s tone of voice.
— I nodded, smiled again and said, “I do too, and she’s a good one.”
— The girl looked stunned and horrified, looked at the grandmotherly woman and looked like she was terrified that that woman might cast an evil spell on her or something — Then she ran to where the boy from earlier was standing with the woman who had to be their mother. She was pretty much shaking with rage over the fact that I was not upset by the idea that a witch lived somewhere near there – I have no idea why – but I had a definite feeling that the mother expected me to do something about it, round-up a mob and run the woman out of town or something? I looked up to the sky and wondered how people were falling back into the kind of weird fearful mind-set I thought we all grew out of – hundreds of years ago.
— The woman and her son and daughter gasped at the perfectly harmless smiling older woman. The mother firmly steered her children away from where the woman and I were several yards apart and hustled them down the street the other way.
— I saw a kind of ‘Thank you’ expression on the older woman’s face, especially in her eyes, but then she winced and didn’t say anything, but gave me the feeling that she was thinking, -” I just want to go home where I know I’m safe from the looks and nasty words of people who believe they have a right to warp everybody else’s public opinions. “-
— I woke up wondering why I’d be dreaming about something like this.
Sunday, July 31st, 2016 — 21°C / 69°F — Fairly comfortable and sunny @ 9:30 am in Atlantic Canada — I think today is a friend I used to work with – Brenda B.’s – Birthday 🙂 —
— I dreamed my friend, Richard, and I were taking turns driving our friends around near the beaches in towns in Southern Connecticut where I grew up. I’m not sure which one of us was driving when we stopped to give a ride to a friend of his, a woman with dark hair and chocolate brown eyes. I don’t think he ever told me her name.
— Richard was complaining about something that was driving him crazy where he worked and wasn’t having a good day.
— I felt that there was something about this woman that was magical, almost angelic – I turned to her and felt a kind of warm – relaxing – almost ticklishly good feeling rolling around and through me.
— I thought, “Wow-” and ‘heard’ her thinking, “Wow – you’re sensitive – ” she smiled back.
— We began a telepathic conversation.
— “Richard has no idea what a blessing you are -”
— “No, and don’t you dare tell him, either – it’s bad enough I have to put up with his angry thoughts about anything and everything, I couldn’t stand the idea that he might think I have some magical power to wrinkle my nose and make his life perfect, or anyway, force things to be the way he thinks they should be -”
— I nodded, felt really good, felt even better the longer she was riding around with us.
— Then she turned to me, looked a little more serious than she had before, “I’m being encouraged to act as your guide through something that will happen soon -”
— I shuddered. She looked like she felt every weird thought that was zooming through my mind. Was something really catastrophic going to happen? Was I going to have some kind of personal crisis?
— She looked like she was beginning to think I was going to be a bit of responsibility that she wasn’t sure she wanted to accept.
— I sat back, thought, “I’m not really good at taking advice. But I think this is going to be okay – maybe you’re here to answer questions and possibly suggest things, like – what kind of attitude I could try to adopt and what kind of things I might be able to do to try to change negative thoughts and feelings and reactions and thoughts into something more positive? Like you could be a really good example, but I’m the only one who can walk my path through the sands of this world -”
— She grinned, almost laughed, “Okay – This isn’t going to be as bad as I thought it might be – I like the way you think – This might even be fun. -”
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— Here it is a couple days later. I’m wondering if she is a real guardian angel who let me know she was here and let me know what her job is and I’m thinking that if this is true – that would be something to look forward to.
Saturday, July 30th, 2016 — 26°C / 78°F — Sunny and Muggy @ 12:34 pm in Atlantic Canada —
— More Serial Dreams? No zombies this time – [ I mumbled a prayer/intention that I did not want to experience any more stupid zombie dreams – ]
— This time I was going back to school – recognized some of my old friends and not-so-friendly kids from the bad old days. But then I guess I kind of graduated from the horrible bully-generating atmosphere of public schools in the 1960’s to the laid back more-fun atmosphere where life was to be enjoyed and learning almost anything could be fun if nobody was making it his [or her?] business to spoil everybody else’s time – Maybe the later dreams were more like college courses and seminars on subjects several of us were really interested in and nobody was trying to pound b.s. facts and figures into our heads and screaming that our lives depend on memorizing insanely meaningless clap-trap?
— But the last little bit was me and several others looking at each other and gasping – wondering, “Why are were expected to go to [expensive] formal universities and colleges and pay ever-increasing fees to learn fun stuff we could be learning and teaching each other for free, out in the fresh air somewhere?”
— That was a lot more fun than dealing with zombies – which was the subject of yesterdays creepy serial dreams — [ * I went back and added the stupid zombie dreams, predated to yesterday * ]
Friday, July 29th, 2016 — 22°C / 71°F & Cloudy @ Noon here in Atlantic Canada — Kaylie S.’s Birthday 🙂 —
— Dreams with Zombies? Several Scenarios running into one another? These zombies weren’t particularly scary and they weren’t trying to rip me apart and eat my brain or anything – They did not look like re-animated corpses – [ Maybe I’ve been watching too much of the Political conventions lately? Gack – ] They did have an agenda – I got the creepy feeling that someone was controlling them and sending them out – not so much to do actual harm to the rest of us – who were not zombies (yet?) – They were just massing to block our progress toward a happy world where everyone could feel safe and comfortable and fulfilled? They had a repertoire of modern pseudo-hip gestures that were supposed to make us feel like we were the most un-hip & stupid creatures the universe ever produced. They were like brainless versions of the meanest ultra-Gotta-Be-Popular kids in high school and middle school – who’d never grown out of that? And when several of us came to the conclusion that we had to try to do something to protect – especially teenagers and pre-teen kids – those who were most vulnerable to their evil looks and nasty fowl-mouth put-downs, someone handed me a crowbar – But swinging at them with all my strength didn’t have much of an effect on any of them – their heads rang with a “ping” like a baseball being hit by a hollow metal bat. And the zombies just seemed to be slightly stunned for a second or two, shuddered and then plodded on to complete their missions, whatever those missions were – There were dozens of them, just walking dull eyed and purposefully through a school yard toward a destination I never was quite sure about.
— It was creepy. I almost didn’t want to write this down, didn’t want to remember any of that.
Thursday, July 28th, 2016 — 28°C / 82°F in a Thunderstorm @ 3:30 pm in Atlantic Canada —
— Everybody was still sleeping at noon so I went back to bed myself.
— Dream: A haunted house – Somebody told me her house was haunted so I went to check it out. The first floor was fine. Nothing going on there, but signs of people living there, children playing and laughing happily. The second floor was slightly ‘nervous’ like somebody was worried about something. But – looking up to the third floor there were shadows walking across the hallways and showing up in areas that were lighted. Going toward the stairs it became obvious that the lighted outline of somebody was moving around up at the top of the stairs, at the landing. Climbing the stairs, the outline filled in and showed a 17th or 18th century man, dressed like a prosperous gentleman farmer or businessman. He looked angry.
— I began to meditate and project blessings into the house. Several more lighted outlines of people began descending toward me. Other people joined me in meditating and cleared the house.
— I had to go away and came back several months later. The woman who owned the house told me they had a meditation group meeting regularly on the third floor, in a room they had reclaimed from what had been an attic. She also told me that regularly – people who were meditating there finished their meditations and discovered small gifts in their hands, silver or gold pins, a Cloisonné pin of a red drum from the colonial period, ear rings and bits of costume jewelry. I was perplexed and wasn’t sure whether to tell them to accept these gifts or worry that they might come with strings attached.
