More. MORE, i said.

[wolven7]

So. What's up? Dreams of Edgar Cayce, Alestar Crowley, Robin Goodfellow, all as the same person. Someone i know, turning into something made out of a roast beef-like substance. Another Family Katana. Red and Black hilted. Belonged to a... Viking/Arthurian family. Was mine. I was in a well, with my teacher, used the sword to slice the scabbard, cut the rope on a lift, left the well, alone and lonely. It wanted company. IOut of the well, i wasa in the apartment, the roast-beef thing, and someone else. It was like a dormatory. We threateded to eat it, to save/punish it. Not in the Puritanical way. Two separate feelings, both evinced. Dealing with that, and the ooze it oozed, flashes of battle, in the well, which was a catacomb. Outside, driving/riding around. Trying to remember the name of ther person whose house in which i'd just been. Someone reminding me that it was Robin, but me knowing that it was Cayce, and half-knowing,but unable to remember the name of Crowley. Then i woke up.

True story.

Anyway, tomorrow i have to wake up at 6.45. And i'm up, now, at 12.09 am. I'm waiting. Then i'll go to bed. Soon. See if i can.

More dreams, tomorrow, hopefully i'll remember.

Dream Well