My dream last night was very brief:
I am at a gathering which feels like a cross between an SCA event and a pagan festival. Many of the people I know from both groups are there, and all are in garb and robes. I am dressed in my green sideless surcote, and am walking up to troll/registration which is staffed by a former friend. She gets up - I see she is dressed in a beautiful burgundy gown - and walks towards me. "I see you're not doing anything to help again," she says in a confrontational manner. I respond by simply saying that I'm too old now for that now, and walk on.
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So, with the New Moon now upon us, I can already feel that my dreams are getting weaker.
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