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Jul. 7th, 2013 12:07 amLast night's dream:
I was the Captain of an age-of-sail ship. We may or may not have been pirates. Under sail, pursued by several other ships, we rode before a storm.
"Mister Precedent!", I bellowed, and forth came Sparksman, wearing a dark purple velvet hooded robe, stitched with gold and silver runes. He produced a ball that looked like a globe map of brass and parchment-coloured wood. Gibberish flowed from his lips (I think it may have been the same gibberish tongue that Rhiannon used in that other dream, it certainly ... felt ... the same) and the sphere lifted from his hand, opening, turning sort of inside-out and becoming like a floating astrolabe. Golden lightning split the sky, lancing the tops of our masts, which themselves lit with runes like the ones on Precedent's robe.
A feeling like a wind gusted through the ship and the true winds died. The clouds were gone. The oncoming ships were gone. The sea was a lustrous peach colour, reflecting the pink-orange sky.
Far above, loatwhales banked lazily through the sky.
I was the Captain of an age-of-sail ship. We may or may not have been pirates. Under sail, pursued by several other ships, we rode before a storm.
"Mister Precedent!", I bellowed, and forth came Sparksman, wearing a dark purple velvet hooded robe, stitched with gold and silver runes. He produced a ball that looked like a globe map of brass and parchment-coloured wood. Gibberish flowed from his lips (I think it may have been the same gibberish tongue that Rhiannon used in that other dream, it certainly ... felt ... the same) and the sphere lifted from his hand, opening, turning sort of inside-out and becoming like a floating astrolabe. Golden lightning split the sky, lancing the tops of our masts, which themselves lit with runes like the ones on Precedent's robe.
A feeling like a wind gusted through the ship and the true winds died. The clouds were gone. The oncoming ships were gone. The sea was a lustrous peach colour, reflecting the pink-orange sky.
Far above, loatwhales banked lazily through the sky.
