Dream Diary

[smokingboot]

A very intense dream last night. In my dream, I was some sort of equivalent of Lucy from the Narnian stories. I was growing old by the second, and watched as my skin creased and wrinkled more and more, until I was very old and knew I was dying. I was in Narnia at the time, with huge trees all above me, and many stars shining through the branches. The choice lay before me, to go deeper into Narnia and die there, or to come back to earth for the end. Earth seemed the obvious choice because it was where I had lived. But having made the decision, I didn't actually go back. When I looked at the sky, it was teeming with stars, almost as though they were gathering, huge brilliant crowds of people/souls.

Then I woke up.

Today a group of chums is going for a stag and moon trek in Richmond Park. I may join them.