Morning.

[witchscauldron]

Ugh. Nassssty mornings. We hates the sun, preciousss, we does. Needsss water and nice cool fissssh.

O_o Er, what? Crackers.

I had an excellent time at public_ear's birthday last night. I'm not surprised, since he's completely infectious most of the time, but any time I get champagne with blueberry preserves in it and *drool* fudge and a board game and good conversation WITHOUT having a spaz because I'm in crowded rooms with strangers, is MOST excellent. I also owe P. a tarot reading.

Dreams!! Oh MAN...what a mess. Nonsense, I think. But soooo beautiful. I think I owe most of them to thinking about singing again, talking about SCA and thinking about Ren Faires, drooling over David Bowie with K., talking about Wicca with people, and toooo much sugar. I also felt super-witchy last night in my long flowy black dress, and black hair, and goth face. I love to dress up...because then I can tell people all my psychic powers come from the eyeliner. Goth powers activate! *LOL*


It started with me being out with iskorpit. We're at (don't laugh) a Mexican carnival. We're playing stupid games involving marigolds, and being followed around but a very short man (dun matter how stumpy!) who has 57 children and a never-empty glass of pulque. Or orange soda. It depends. Anyway...it was just very odd.

Then I'm in a school. No segway. Just BAM - in a school. Apparently it was something like Hogwarts. I had no idea why I was there. I'm not one of "those people". Anyway...my robes and green cloak (which no-one else had) were hanging in a tree in the forest, where I'd been doing ritual bits (ahem) skyclad. I like forests. Oddly, the forest didn't try to eat me. Of course, these people saw I'd gone into the eeeevil forest *snerk* and tried to give me hell. I simply took my robes and went back to my room. A bunch of kids tried to stop me, but of course, I'm much bigger, and think their magic is bunk, so they couldn't affect me, and I went back to my room and then left. I then find myself in a normal home, soothing an infant to sleep with a song...the same song I sang in a previous dream. It was very very odd.

Next I'm with a beautiful group of people. I'm having dinner somewhere, and I feel like I'm dining with a court of some kind. My hair is full of tiny elaborate braids ending in garnets. I'm wearing a lovely garnet and gold brocade velvet dress with lovely sleeves that point just over the knuckles, and slippers to match. There is a slender horn hanging from my waist as well. A cream, garnet, and gold cloak appears over it all when I rise from the table. There are creamy-white hounds on either side of me, and their collars match my clothing. I feel like I've stepped out of a tapestry.

Someone laughs, and says "Oh yes, Hogwarts indeed. I know you wouldn't like it there. You should go to Earth Fire Water Mountain Air - that's the school the best children go to." I turn, and the school is right across the hall from the table, looking fairly modern in dark glass and gold lettering.

Another lady at the table, and I walk over to the doors of the school, and enter. Within are any number of students, robed and corded in various ways. They eye us up and down in our finery, and silently direct us into the inner chamber. As the door opens, we see the pentacle marked on the floor, the glowing elemental shrines, and elegant languid dancers moving around the room, warming up. The room itself otherwise seems to be grey-silver, but with that aurora-borealis sheen. We are told to introduce ourselves to the founder-priest, who sits to one side pouring over a Book of Shadows. The other lady goes first, curtseys gracefully to him, and he somewhat curtly tips his head to her, and sends her over to the circle with an initiate. I then bow (don't do the curtsey thing) but before my head can lower he raises it in his hand, draws me upward, and bows TO ME instead. I then see he is an odd man - his skin and hair is silvered as well, and his teeth are black and iridescent, like his eyes. He cocks his head at a curious angle, tucks his book under his arm almost like a wing, and and leads me into his circle.

At this point, I wake up briefly. Upon falling back to sleep, it continues.

Still with the strange ren-faire feel. We have children dressed in motley, and beautiful gowns again. We're practicing for some sort of musical play performance. The odd thing is, it's in a cathedral. The floor is bare for us, the windows making the floor all patterned and coloured, but it's night. Weird. There are candles lit everywhere. We're struggling through comedic bits, kids changing costumes...I can't find mine, either. I'm starting to get annoyed, while I'm warming up - I'm singing some sort of thing at the end that I don't know yet, and they can't find my costume. For a dress rehersal, this sucks...although I admit I can understand the problems of trying to change costumes and such quietly in a big stone alcove of a cathedral with just a screen between you and the audience. The alcoves felt more like caves, tho.

Finally, fed up, I do my performance without costume, on que...and I'm singing that fae otherworldly aria from a couple of dreams ago...

And then I wake up.


Champagne makes good dreams. :p At least they were pretty. Ah well. Off to clean a bit, finish a commission, and think about how to paint something for starfallz.
-M.

Comments

[starfallz.livejournal.com]

meee? *blinks* mrr morgie paints. :)

[eccentrophile.livejournal.com]

hey, Gina here. public_ear's birthday was fun, though I didn't fully wake up until the late night "Bush and the Americans" discussion started up. I think you'd left by then. Anyway, it's always kind of interesting to meet someone after hearing about them.

oh! and on the topic of tarot: maybe you could do a reading for me sometime? I'm getting tired of magicbox's "readings" because they're always negative.

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[morgandria.livejournal.com]

Sure! If I catch you at the Old Stone after LARP tommorow I'll see what I can do. :)

-M.