Per last night's post, I did dream. In the dream, I was managing an occult shop that had a small collection of adult dvd's to rent. Those items created a brisk business. While in the shop, My Gal spoke to another person. She pointed out the quality of the workmanship and decoration on the sword I had just received. Having a dream of a sword after dealing with an angel of air seems appropriate.
In retrospect, his angry tone may have been a reflection of the stormy weather we were having last night. Hail fell.
Today, I was speaking with someone. Behind that person and to my right, stood a figure leaning on a single crutch. His head covered with a bloody bandage. His clothing worn. My eyes moved from the person I was speaking with to the figure. The wounded man disappeared immediately. My eyes fell to the hand of my coworker. A clear bandage, of the type used to hold an IV, was on the back of his hand. I could see the texture of the bandage quite clearly. I looked at the person's face and back to the hand. The bandage was gone.
I hesitate to give this any meaning at all. I only report a very clear vision. There was no difference between the astral vision and my waking vision in terms of color or quality.