Clickety clack.

So we got a new keyboard. Yay! typing is much easier, provided there's no operator error on my part. It doesn't click, tho. I had this big heavy clicky keyboard for my 386 I loved the noise of. This keyboard is light and airy, and barely whispers. It's a good functional piece, but somehow just doesn't have the magick of the clicky one.

I think I'm getting sick. My nose is practically gluing itself shut, and I'm achy and tired. I kinda felt crappy yesterday too, so I wonder. It would be just in time to head to Orillia for Thanksgiving, so I find it a)likely to happen, and b) a conspiracy of germs that I won't be well for any family gathering ever. >_<

I am in need of more incense. Surprise, eh? ^_^;; I always need incense. This time it's stick incense for my various altars, and dragon's blood resin for my ritual incenses. Woo. I don't think I can afford any at the moment, tho, so I will just have to poke around the Witch Doctor's Office in Orillia with the eye of a window shopper, and enjoy it that way.

My goals this weekend, other than to hope I can scrounge a few dollars for incense before I go, are to collect leaves, enjoy a nice walk somewhere, try to collect some nicely coloured mums for my altar, and to try and enjoy myself at some point.

*blinks* I should probably try to wake up, too.

Dream.

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Well, I'm sure as hell not an angel, unless we're allowed to bear onyx blood-stained halos now, along with black raven's wings.

Anyway...



I dreamt last night that I was a raven flying above a battle-field, a tall fortress of stone rising in the middle of a grey-blue sky, and flat, fen-like plains spreading all around it. Very stark. In this castle there was...someone. At first I got the impression that this was The Morrigan, but later I felt as if the castle was Hers, and not the person within it. She was alien to me - a deformed, tall, skull, somewhat squared rather than rounded, with ridges of bone on the corners. Her skin was like a komodo dragon's, deep red and green, mottled. Black lips, and glaring yellow-green eyes. She was a sorceress, and had her own people in the fortress.

A force of "invaders" came, attacking the castle with swords and painted shields, all in checks and woad. Also, some of them were very tall, and blond. Like a mix of Celts and Norse. I felt like they were more liberators than invaders. Very very strange. I was swooping on the wing around the battle from place to place; an interesting vantage. Sometimes I would land on the battlements beside the alien woman, and watch her cast spells on the men below, and sometimes I would fly with the charging "invaders" and croak encouragement at them.

When it was over, the castle still stood, and all the dead were there, but no-body won but I; the dead were mine to feast on.



I later had a second dream about walking to Toronto with Jason; we stopped to find someone on a baseball field, and it grew very dark, and suddenly there was a whiteout of flying snow. We hid inside a chinese temple, which was warm and dark and smoky. Jason vanished, and I somehow ended up in the home of some white-trash family yelling at their children. I needed to use the phone, but it didn't work. Then I left, 'cause I had to catch a bus to Lady Caitrin's for Samhain before Jason got too far ahead. O_o

I think this dream was just all about my anxiety about getting up this morning. I didn't end up going anywhere, since my head is like a bonebucket full of snot. Being sick sucks.