My husband is a Taurus with a Scorpio Moon. He had cause to be digging through his stuff last night. He came upstairs, stood in the door of our bedroom; his face was white as a sheet. He had a field jacket, draped over his arm.
“What?” I asked. “You found your field jacket?”
“It isn’t mine,” he said.
He flipped it over and showed me the name on the jacket. The jacket belonged to his (deceased) best friend. “You didn’t know you had that?”
I hung it up to air out, though it didn’t smell at all. It had been packed in an airtight bag.
I dreamed about this all night (Pluto in the 12th). He said he slept well so I’m glad of that.