Dreams of maximum weirdness
Oohkay. I REALLY could've done without the dream involving Seventies Porn Colin and a traffic cone. o_O
And then Six lived in my cellar and someone tried to teach Avon and Blake folk dancing and then it all went to hell because every place was taken over by hooligans.
The rest was rather nice and bizarrely consisted of religious intensity and puja which I didn't know I knew so thoroughly, but was taught by an Indian woman who wasn't even religious, which was weird, and my first ever proper puja to Shiva worked even if I panicked when I remembered I hadn't invoked Ganesha first, which is more or less a must. And ended with me living as a crazy hermit worshipping Hindu gods and for some weird reason felt safe even being alone and a woman and y'know, not being Indian, and then my sister came to look for advice and I didn't understand why she'd do religious stuff anyway. And she got it all wrong and worshipped historical figures instead, like Columbus because "he pronounced things right". No, it didn't make any sense in the dream either. But um, yeah. Apparently I did really well and was happy with being a Hindu hermit. Still want those statuettes I had of Kali and Shiva in a small cabinet and all. And there was lots of incense. I remember lots of incense.
But, yeah. SPC and inventive uses of a traffic cone weren't necessary, dream brain.
And then Six lived in my cellar and someone tried to teach Avon and Blake folk dancing and then it all went to hell because every place was taken over by hooligans.
The rest was rather nice and bizarrely consisted of religious intensity and puja which I didn't know I knew so thoroughly, but was taught by an Indian woman who wasn't even religious, which was weird, and my first ever proper puja to Shiva worked even if I panicked when I remembered I hadn't invoked Ganesha first, which is more or less a must. And ended with me living as a crazy hermit worshipping Hindu gods and for some weird reason felt safe even being alone and a woman and y'know, not being Indian, and then my sister came to look for advice and I didn't understand why she'd do religious stuff anyway. And she got it all wrong and worshipped historical figures instead, like Columbus because "he pronounced things right". No, it didn't make any sense in the dream either. But um, yeah. Apparently I did really well and was happy with being a Hindu hermit. Still want those statuettes I had of Kali and Shiva in a small cabinet and all. And there was lots of incense. I remember lots of incense.
But, yeah. SPC and inventive uses of a traffic cone weren't necessary, dream brain.