dreamed i could throw up walls anywhere to create a safe space for practicing magic. my shields went up in the middle of the desert.  in a restaurant that was closing soon. in a professor’s home next to a meditation pond like the one in this dream. while sitting on a surgery table in the dark in my dad’s old veterinary clinic….
The only rule was that i could have only one possession with me in this safe space.  Sometimes it was an ancient book of poetry.  Sometimes it was a plush dog toy. Sometimes it was thick blank paper.