Dreaming the story
Aug. 16th, 2022 06:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kimurhoI have today off, so I stayed up late last night stringing a necklace. Consequently, I slept late this morning. And I had a dream during the time that I would normally be up writing Trouble on Candlepin.
I dreamt I was a Borderlander in Mortalrie, working with a group of Mortals to discover who or what was attempting to open a rift in the Border from this side. We were working out of a small house being used as a business. I guess I was working as ... what is it called? Spiritual advisor? Anyway, I had clients for whom I was using my divination talent to assist but I was also checking them for any "whiff" of Border energy or magical ability.
Among our group was an ex-lover, Jacobus Zephyrus ... that was his name, because I couldn't remember the name Severus Snape. How could I have imported Snape into a dream and not remembered his name? He was dour, disapproving, superior, sarcastic, insulting ... and not precisely welcome but so powerful I couldn't reasonably refuse his help or force him to go away.
One woman carried contact traces of such energy, as if she'd been with someone involved in opening the rift. During the course of our session, I performed a summoning to call the source of the contact trace to us. He came and it was her son. A 20-something black man with street cred, tattoos and attitude. Dangerous attitude that was threatening. I yelled for "Jacob". He popped in and ...
Either the dream changed or I woke up. Probably the latter.
I dreamt I was a Borderlander in Mortalrie, working with a group of Mortals to discover who or what was attempting to open a rift in the Border from this side. We were working out of a small house being used as a business. I guess I was working as ... what is it called? Spiritual advisor? Anyway, I had clients for whom I was using my divination talent to assist but I was also checking them for any "whiff" of Border energy or magical ability.
Among our group was an ex-lover, Jacobus Zephyrus ... that was his name, because I couldn't remember the name Severus Snape. How could I have imported Snape into a dream and not remembered his name? He was dour, disapproving, superior, sarcastic, insulting ... and not precisely welcome but so powerful I couldn't reasonably refuse his help or force him to go away.
One woman carried contact traces of such energy, as if she'd been with someone involved in opening the rift. During the course of our session, I performed a summoning to call the source of the contact trace to us. He came and it was her son. A 20-something black man with street cred, tattoos and attitude. Dangerous attitude that was threatening. I yelled for "Jacob". He popped in and ...
Either the dream changed or I woke up. Probably the latter.
