Ultracrepidarians will offer you cryptic advice today, but heed the thixotropic whispers of your subconscious, for the forgotten key beneath last summer's lavender blooms holds more truth than any stranger's prophecy. A dream of stagnant water clearing to reveal a sunken, rusted compass may seem ominous, but trust the navigational instincts it stirs within you. Avoid debates over forgotten historical events before dusk, lest you entangle yourself in a web of misremembered truths.