yourknight (yourknight) wrote,

dreams and growth

This morning I awoke with the scent of another time. I am sure it was the smell of my BW putting a log on the fire. What I remember of my dreams was an opera of sorts with two tenors exchanging gripes of the English moving in and taking over everything. One of the men actually sported some very large false teeth and mocked someone that I can't for the life of me remember. With all of the negative vibes of English audacity considering BW is writing about the revolutionary war and I am reading about the invasion of Christianity on the soil of Ireland, it's no surprise that I am dreaming of hatred.
On the other hand, I am going through some spiritual growth that somehow is tied to all of the input regardless of the difference in time or subject.
I am trying to stay level headed about all of the input but change can be bit ...........enlightening

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