u/Medical-Bag-7849

I (F, 60’s, self employed pianist, 4 grown up children) dreamt I had a baby (very realistically!) and immediately left it with my neighbour to look after because I had an appointment with some sort of health agency. I didn’t even look to see if it was a boy or a girl.
The woman at my appointment was pretty determined to see me but she kept going off to talk with colleagues (all while I was waiting). I told her I just had a baby and she said “well it won’t hurt it to wait another half an hour” Eventually I had enough and got up to leave , she said “wait! I have a packet for you” I opened it as I left, 3 books, I didn’t look properly. For my other children? And I thought but I’ve got 5 now.
Trying to get home I headed to my last house (6 years ago) and I never made it. All of a sudden I was lost in (a very clean and sanitised) London. A girl asked me where I wanted to go and I said Notting Hill (lived there 40 years ago!) We never got there but somehow I gradually got less panicked and relaxed in the journey
And then I woke up.

I’m F 60s (sorry if this is the wrong place.) I am the pianist for a group some distance away and have accepted lifts from one of the singers. M 70s . I thought we were becoming friends, chatting away and attending a community supper together. Thinking back, I realise he has always been a bit unreliable. He has issues with his stomach (mysterious complaints) and has a habit of cancelling erratically. He is a good singer and people have always just accepted this. I noticed it but it never bothered me.
Now we travel together I’m finding his unpredictability difficult.
Twice we have been due to go to a concert and he has pulled out very last minute. I have gone with other people and it has not bothered me but I’m starting to find it humiliating. I would defend myself by withdrawing but feel trapped because of the lifts.
I pulled tarot cards about our latest trip and got the star and the ace of cups. Good omens, I thought , to proceed with the invitation.
Very last minute he pulled out (again). I scrabbled around and went with some other friends but I feel belittled…this stomach thing/sickness has gone on and on and it’s hard not to see it as an excuse.
He does plenty of other things and seems warm and friendly when I suggest things. Meanwhile I have Tuesday’s lift to face. I ask the tarot what to do?
King of wands (me or him?) I’m worried that I’m not emotionally strong enough to cope with this ? Friendship?
Seven of swords reversed. (My feeling of being trapped)
Page of coins. Just concentrate on the work. I get paid. Getting a lift saves me a lot of money.
(I want to say I’m not completely heartless. I ask repeatedly about his health. Encourage doctor’s visits - he brushes it off and it’s very frustrating)

Dreamed I crossed a guinea pig with a horse (???!!🤣) It turned out small and fat (like a very large guinea pig) but with the nature of a horse. I had to exercise it and put it on a lead thinking it might “gallop” about. But it was so slow I ended up carrying it. The farmer came along and looked without comment. There was some urgency to take cover. I said to him “I’ll never be able to ride it” and realised it would be quite difficult to care for throughout the rest of its life. I woke up