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witchscauldronIt's very windy today. It makes the windows rattle...my brain is not quite attached to my body today. Merf. I craving crunchy mice.
Been dreaming a lot the last few days. Friday it was three separate yet equally bad elevator nightmares. >_< Saturday night...well, the absolutely MOST fucked up dream I have ever had, involving dark children, kings, lots and lots of trees, dragons, knights, wearing a crystal on my toe, and Formori. And I still don't know how it ends.
Last night...well, somewhat more normal - somewhat. I dreamt of being well placed in a certain society, and being brought to the inner chamber of a opera house, the royal family's private opera house, and being led to a very very plush room (think very Victorian) and given a seat. It was all dark woods, dark blues, reds. I examined a marble altar - it was HUGE, and had very ornate, old looking ritual tools on it. This, it became apparent, was the King and Queen's private altar room. I seemed to know that the Queen was the actual ruler here, but the King was much loved. Hrmm. More royalty. There were Christians there too, who prepared to lead a service to be rid of the altar, but as I stood up and protested, the King and Queen entered. They dismissed the Christians...and I woke up.
Just weird.
Argh. So I have another day of housework here...another day of trying to figure out what the hell I'm cooking, messing up my kitchen after I spend 3 hours cleaning it... >_< I don't feel like doing anything today except for drifting on the wind. I don't particularily feel like gaming tonight either, except it's not fair to Jeff to bail out, esp. when the game's at my house. And I musn't forget to libate today...woo.
And huzzah for the Druidic Feast of Brewing! That's today, according to my Pagan Daybook screensaver. Have a beer, think of Bríd, and enjoy.
-m.
Been dreaming a lot the last few days. Friday it was three separate yet equally bad elevator nightmares. >_< Saturday night...well, the absolutely MOST fucked up dream I have ever had, involving dark children, kings, lots and lots of trees, dragons, knights, wearing a crystal on my toe, and Formori. And I still don't know how it ends.
Last night...well, somewhat more normal - somewhat. I dreamt of being well placed in a certain society, and being brought to the inner chamber of a opera house, the royal family's private opera house, and being led to a very very plush room (think very Victorian) and given a seat. It was all dark woods, dark blues, reds. I examined a marble altar - it was HUGE, and had very ornate, old looking ritual tools on it. This, it became apparent, was the King and Queen's private altar room. I seemed to know that the Queen was the actual ruler here, but the King was much loved. Hrmm. More royalty. There were Christians there too, who prepared to lead a service to be rid of the altar, but as I stood up and protested, the King and Queen entered. They dismissed the Christians...and I woke up.
Just weird.
Argh. So I have another day of housework here...another day of trying to figure out what the hell I'm cooking, messing up my kitchen after I spend 3 hours cleaning it... >_< I don't feel like doing anything today except for drifting on the wind. I don't particularily feel like gaming tonight either, except it's not fair to Jeff to bail out, esp. when the game's at my house. And I musn't forget to libate today...woo.
And huzzah for the Druidic Feast of Brewing! That's today, according to my Pagan Daybook screensaver. Have a beer, think of Bríd, and enjoy.
-m.
