I swear I have dreams I don't write about.
In a complete about-face of my caught!Loki dream, last night I dreamt I could hold Mjolnir~ *happy sparkle* She's heavy. Like, a varying 10-35 lbs heavy. Awkwardly large and a bit cold. When tipped, she feels hollow, like a bell with a clapper ball or something only half filled with water. Like a benwa ball thing. And she is definitely a she. Hey there, pretty lady. Don't suddenly get heavy and crush my toes, please. I was handed her and cooed about it for a while before I gripped the handle instead of the head. Smooth leather and metal. (gosh I love really tactile detailed dreams~) When held right, she seems lighter. That's okay, I don't like being upside down, either. I think the clapper is what strikes to make lightning??? Anyway, it made sense at the time. Now if I could just make sense of being seated on my Aunt's couch because I was in shock about news of something while Tony Stark hands me Mjolnir and says that she's mine, now... Did I just become Thor? What happened to Thor!? HOLY SHIT is Thor dead in my dream!? Shh, no one question the fact that Tony Stark can hold Mjolnir. Wait. I'm afraid of storms. I don't think this was well thought out, guys. I can't be Thor, that would be outlandish and, uh, fantastic. I'm just not the hero type. Clearly. With this laundry list of character defects, all the mistakes I've made, largely public... *hugs hammer*
(oh, wait, it's Thursday!~)
(oh, wait, it's Thursday!~)