dream.

[witchscauldron]

"Purge the corruption that slows you." rings in my ears.

I am pierced by a thorn of wood. I pull it from my skin, and it becomes a fiery-red centipede with millions of black legs and nasty pincers. I pull it out almost, but it wiggles free and slides back under my skin. I curse - it burns - and pull it out and smash it on the ground under my foot. It turns to ash, and the sound rises into an earthy rumble.

The earth becomes sand under my feet. The sun is high here, burning white into the distance. I see a black speck moving towards me - or perhaps I am moving towards it. It gets larger, and larger. I know this place. This is where Sekhmet meets me, and now is no exception. She stands in her formal obsidian pose, watching me with hard eyes. I reach out and touch her hand....the smooth stone goes sharp, slices it open, then back to smooth. It bleeds profusely, running over my arm, dripping to the sand.

"Blood is as good as beer in the desert, as good as water to the thirsty sand." Sekhmet cracks crimson and gold as she moves from her place, showing her colours under the stone. Her eyes flare like the sun, like I remember. I am curiously at peace with this place. The blood running down my arm changes to water, and she nods to herself.

"Purge the corruption that slows you" rings in my ears. I awake.


I have a pair of squirrels in the tree against my kitchen window who have been screaming for an hour. Literally screaming, in tandem. It's very very very weird. they're not babies, they're not hurt or anything...they're just screaming. I wish I knew if this was odd behavior, or if something was wrong.

I did get to touch a squirrel's nose, tho. Strange little thing.
-M.