Quick Update
The experiment was a success. The ritual took only about 2 hours, which is good for a first foray with a new ointment. It was defiantly easier to slip through the little door inside myself. Once there, my familiars were all like “Well, that worked. Good job. Now fuck off.”
I feel funny. Light headed. Pupils not dilated but seeing tracers. Very thirsty. Bad taste in my mouth. Lips are numb. I smell like a dead duck. Difficult to form proper words (ok, not that difficult).
Big bonus is having a friend to lovingly wash grease off your back for you. Tip: use dish soap.
Difficult to type coherently, yay for spell check. Fully expect my journey to continue in my sleep. Weird dreams tonight. Texting the cute boy right now is probably a bad idea. Doing it anyway.
Good night.
Lupercalia
“Happy Lupercalia!” I said to my roommate Grey once she had gotten home from work and settled in for the evening.
“What’s Lupercalia?” she asked.
“Far superior to Valentine’s Day” I replied, then grinned with delight as she read the Wikipedia entry.
“Too bad we don’t have any goat skin to wear and run around in.” said Grey.
“I have goat skin.”
“That’s right … you DO have goat skin.”
And so the plotting began. There was much giggling in our house that night. It’s all about celebrating how awesome life is, after all.
The next night we saw a man about harp and visited someone dear for Valentine’s Day. On the drive back home, we declared ourselves to be on a Valentine’s Day/Lupercalia quest.
One Witch said to the other: “Don’t worry, no matter what happens, we have a harp in the trunk.”
On the last day of Lupercalia, we headed into the countryside.
Grey and I put on our newly made goat skin garters, winter boots and warm cloaks (and not much else). We trucked along down the path towards the forest and once out of… Continue reading
More Weird Dreams
Last night I dreamed of the second coming of Christ.
Only he wound up in the body of an autistic teen age boy. His family kept him locked in a room in their farm house and was trying to pass off his older (and handsome and Neurotypical) brother as the messiah. In the dream I am a friend of the family and I was trying to free Christ from his “prison” but failing at it. During a visit, he gave me some house plants to tend for him.
This was all happening somewhere in northern British Columbia.
Oh, and the people he was sent to save? A race of sentient Muppets who were being forced into secret slavery by the entertainment industry. So, I snuck into Universal Studios (which for some reason was in BC) and helped Elmo (of sesame street) escape. He became the new Christ’s prophet.
I have a very odd subconscious.
My Back
I hurt my back on Friday night, falling on the ice. Wrenched it trying to save myself. I’ve spent all weekend in rather a lot of pain and have gotten next to nothing done. Last night I was tossing and turning, unable to sleep because of my back.
I finally drifted off to sleep and dreamed of a tree. In my hand was a set of instructions from the tree. I can read in my dreams (though it has taken years of practice, as a child I could not) but it can be difficult to focus. Yes, the ADHD girl even has a hard time focusing in her dreams. *sigh*
Painstakingly I followed the tree’s directions. Water on the this root, clear debris from there, push in that piece of bark, remove that dead stick. I got all the way through the list … and nothing happened. Except I woke up.
And my back wasn’t hurting anymore. Yay!
Also; weird.
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