Well, since I really haven’t gotten shite done tonight, I may as well blog again about something a bit more interesting:
Have you been having strange dreams of late, dear reader? Or maybe just a bit of trouble sleeping?
I have. And I’ve spoken to a handful of people in the past few days who’ve experienced one or both of these things. What do you think it is? The moon tonight is waxing gibbous – it’s not quite full – so I can’t really blame it on Diana. Though maybe I (we) can smell her.
Saturday was the vernal equinox – day and night of approximately equal length – so I think I might go ahead and blame it on that. Spring is here. The days will continue to get longer until the summer solstice (June 21st) at which point we’ll start leaning farther away from the sun again.
But why a spoon, cousin?
This is undoubtedly the time when our hindbrains begin to awaken – time to hunt and rut and in general enjoy all that the warmer months have to offer. So why are my dreams not happy ones of intense and passionate sex on top of a mountain with muscular goth chicks in fishnets, stilettos and leather? Why have they been on the anxious sinister-unknown-pursuing-me kind? Does my hindbrain remember predators? Does it not realize I’m an apex carnivore? I’m a f*cking Scorpio, born in the year of the Dragon, currently living it up in the year of the effin Tiger for cryin’ out loud. And my current totem is the dragon, so how come I’m not crunching longbones for their marrow in my dreams, dear reader? Hell, I’ve just about been doing exactly that in real life: crushing the bones to get at the marrow.
I just wish I could remember my recent dreams in more detail. What’s been up with yours, dear reader? Similar, or am I way off base here?