I resisted it with all my might.

Of course, it was a futile attempt at denial.

But who can blame me.

It's not everyday one is offered to "take up the sword" or the "yoke" in a dream.

I've seen tired, wounded warriors.

I've seen alien "parasites" -- scorpion-like -- living in people.

I've seen past Jupiter.

I've seen how people, especially women, are "harvested" in a net as they all floated above me.

In my dreams, I've stumbled upon many, many things.

Fortunately, I've been dreaming this way since college, so many moons ago.

Decades, in fact.

All that I've seen don't weird me out anymore.

Maybe it's the new normal for me.

Then I saw this short, fat, bald man, his pants all the way near his chest.

And I was to wear those pants.

He was done for.

A broker.

A world trader.

Those pants would fall above my ankles.

Of course, I looked funny in those.

I'm a woman.

It was whispered -- prophet of markets.

Most recently, another dream surfaced.

Another warrior calling my attention to something up on a wall.

Seems I'm also to take up that cudgel -- of making sure the life of people aren't sucked from them.

Has it weirded you out, yet?

But someone's gotta continue.

All fingers pointed in my direction.

It went on for decades, until I could resist no more.

What do I know about markets?

What do I know about world trade?

All I know is what's in my heart.

I care about people.

I care about animals.

I care about Creation.

And yes, I am a warrior.

I cut through ties that bind others.

How these parasites eat up our thinking.

One day, I woke up glowing.

I felt light coming from behind me.

It wouldn't let up.

It kept that way for sometime.

I know how to dispel heavy dreams away.

I know how to get rid of the malevolent ones.

Only through LOVE, dears.

Only through love.