shay-the-skunk

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Queer as in here to stay, not pray me away. Writer, philosopher, Columbo is awesome, play video games with me, thinker, navel-gazer, folk magic practitioner, and way too much more.


I woke from the Wood this morning, lying among the cool and damp of moss colored too green and trees bleached by a light that pervades. I didn't walk or tarry, but was just there staring into the sky. My conscious thoughts invaded the dreamspace and was worried about being there, so we left, and that's why I woke.

This Book of Hours game is rotting my mind y'all. I haven't had a vivid dream like that in a long minute, but it's kind of nice to think that maybe... just maybe... I glimpsed something close to a thing that was made up here. Imagined completely as a dream state could and would.

Is there power in those dreams? Am I mad or just imaginative and focused? I think it's probably that I've been steeped in the lore of that game for a while and why wouldn't my brain consider it as I slept?


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