And as if to prove it...

after many hours of no fecking sleep, I dreamt of dragons last night. The dream was vibrant and disturbing enough for me to want to record it.

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I have pity now. In the dream the man was a mess before I started, by the end he looked like death. I am a bit shaken by the vehemence of my subconscious. I genuinely don't feel this angry about anything! I have no children, nothing and no-one has been harmed, and I have no idea what the back of my head was roaring about.

Fatigue does odd things to my mind. Ironically I feel fine today, actively peaceful. Maybe I need to beat people up in my dreams more often!

Non-erotica

Today has been busy and tonight is the very dark of the moon, inevitably a good time for me. My love is in Birmingham, so I should take this chance to do all that witchy stuff, get in touch with She the Dark. Not that there's much need if my dreams are anything to go by. So, I honour the darkness and do I feel the wisdom of the crone in winter? Hmm.

The technofairy given to me by the duke is boogying away in response to all the sunlight it's eaten today. On the same windowsill, the Brighton crystal does it's best to look arcane and pulses steadily, blue, orange, red, green. Beside me sits a whisky glass and its contents taste fine, single malt, 10 years waiting for Smokingboot to come and taste. My own cooking is the only sour note in this symphony of the senses. (Note to self: 10 minutes in the microwave is more than enough for a TV dinner, and possibly the yorkshire pud would have fared better in a conventional oven.)

Still, disastrous culinary attempts aside, I feel...awake, shall we say? And my thoughts turn to other things *purrs* I am of course, too knackered to be anything other than theoretical. Still, even the theory's entertaining.

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