Faerie Dream

Last night I dreamed that I was a small, male fae, and I was getting married. The faerie King and Queen had accorded me a great honour, which was to be able to swim in the holy, magic pool with my intended before the wedding. They were sleeping, and I invited a few friends, and the evening got quite out of hand with a lot of fairies in the water, splashing, food being thrown into the pool, and other major forms of desecration. I woke just as the King and Queen were being woken by the noise by the holy pool, but I have a feeling I may not have survived the consequences.

As with a lot of my dreams, I just have to say: “Where the hell did that come from?” Go figure…

Other than that, I spent a lot of time out at the stable, changed the bedding in the ferrets’ box, carefully hand-washed some of my hopefully washable suits, and did NO computer work. :)



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