beccaelizabeth's dreamwidth journal

I hate this weather. Today was a two nightmare day, and the first nightmare was very anatomical and very memorable.

Actually I came back to this draft a couple hours later and the nightmare has gone a bit interesting philosophically. Like, there was so much magical healing it went all ax of my fathers, where by the end we had effectively cloned Eliot. Like which one was the original was complex because they'd been frankensteined really creatively in between, but there were definitely two of them when the healing settled in.

Also I like that my reading has given my dream me more of a tool kit. Like sure, gaming in the Shadow gives me spectacular nightmare fuel, but, the nightmare guys tell me I shall be in the dark Forever
and I just shout Sarenrae.

Eat sunlight.