dream journal
was having nap today. woke up while dreaming there was this strange little brown bird in the pine needles at my feet, like something between a kiwi bird and a small rodent. And one of the several unidentified people standing around in the woods with me said, Hey, what the heck is that?
So I called it by its name, which was Princess, so obviously after Bob Asprin's cat, and it came over to me. And I realized it was a construct, a simulacrum, like a little magical robot with a clear plastic sphere for a head and a little coneshaped brown body. It was hopping up and down because its stubby little wings would not lift it high enough off the ground to get into my lap, so I picked it up. And Steve woke me up. Go figure? I was trying to meditate on the Tarot card the Tower when I fell asleep. Not grokking this one.
So I called it by its name, which was Princess, so obviously after Bob Asprin's cat, and it came over to me. And I realized it was a construct, a simulacrum, like a little magical robot with a clear plastic sphere for a head and a little coneshaped brown body. It was hopping up and down because its stubby little wings would not lift it high enough off the ground to get into my lap, so I picked it up. And Steve woke me up. Go figure? I was trying to meditate on the Tarot card the Tower when I fell asleep. Not grokking this one.