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rain_gryphon) wrote2018-03-06 10:33 pm
rain_gryphon) wrote2018-03-06 10:33 pm
Flying Dreams
I recall part of a dream from last night, in which I was a long-legged bird of prey, similar to a Secretary Bird. It was during the Sepoy Mutiny (I've a friend going to India on business soon, so that's not as random as it sounds), and I was the friend or pet of a British officer. I made a night flight (very vivid - flying in the dark is scary, plus I was afraid someone would shoot me ^1) and deposited a small incendiary time bomb through a brick-work ventilation screen in a rebel powder store. Sadly, I don't recall the actual explosion, but I was left when I awoke with the conviction that I had fucked those people up bigly.
^1 Now that I reflect on it, it was almost as though the dream forked at points, and I was aware of other outcomes where I did get shot.
^1 Now that I reflect on it, it was almost as though the dream forked at points, and I was aware of other outcomes where I did get shot.