Dreaming of the Gods.
Last night I had a strange dream, of which I only remember bits and pieces.
The Egyptian God Seth was coming, and I was in charge of a play for his arrival, apparently.
I remembered a play that I had made for him years ago in high school, so I went back to the school, only to see that they still had everything, including the world flags (which was important, because it meant unity, and I was aware of this in my dream), and a large figure of Seth made out of paper maché, which I loved and hugged often throughout the dream, even when one of the high school girls talked crap about it. She said something along the lines of it looking nothing like him, and that my paper maché skills must have been sub par and very rusty when I made it. I ignored her, daring her in my mind to say it again, because I was going to give her a piece of my mind. She didn't.
Apparently all the actors already knew their lines, which was good.
The play went on for Seth's arrival. And Seth was pleased.
Stuff happened. I remember running around doing errands. I was exhausted.
And then.
I had to attend another play. One meant for Seth, but one that was a trap. And I had to protect Seth. So I disguised myself as him, and adorned a cloak with a large hood which hid my face. I walked with six or eight of Seth's servants with my head low, thinking to myself "this is a horrible idea... this is a horrible idea... this is a horrible idea...". The Pharaoh looked at me and exclaimed that I was not Seth.
From somewhere deep within, I mustered up all the courage in the world, and then some, to look up. My head held high, I challenged him with my eyes to repeat himself. The Pharaoh took a step back, almost afraid.
I WAS Seth, after all...
Then I woke up.
Raine
P.S: I WILL get to posting about my Ah-Mazing time in England and Ireland, I swear...
The Egyptian God Seth was coming, and I was in charge of a play for his arrival, apparently.
I remembered a play that I had made for him years ago in high school, so I went back to the school, only to see that they still had everything, including the world flags (which was important, because it meant unity, and I was aware of this in my dream), and a large figure of Seth made out of paper maché, which I loved and hugged often throughout the dream, even when one of the high school girls talked crap about it. She said something along the lines of it looking nothing like him, and that my paper maché skills must have been sub par and very rusty when I made it. I ignored her, daring her in my mind to say it again, because I was going to give her a piece of my mind. She didn't.
Apparently all the actors already knew their lines, which was good.
The play went on for Seth's arrival. And Seth was pleased.
Stuff happened. I remember running around doing errands. I was exhausted.
And then.
I had to attend another play. One meant for Seth, but one that was a trap. And I had to protect Seth. So I disguised myself as him, and adorned a cloak with a large hood which hid my face. I walked with six or eight of Seth's servants with my head low, thinking to myself "this is a horrible idea... this is a horrible idea... this is a horrible idea...". The Pharaoh looked at me and exclaimed that I was not Seth.
From somewhere deep within, I mustered up all the courage in the world, and then some, to look up. My head held high, I challenged him with my eyes to repeat himself. The Pharaoh took a step back, almost afraid.
I WAS Seth, after all...
Then I woke up.
Raine
P.S: I WILL get to posting about my Ah-Mazing time in England and Ireland, I swear...