A Wednesday I can sleep in upon is a luxury.

I dreamed, this morning. I lay down outside, and a grizzly bear joined me. This bear turned into a man, old, cloaked and hooded; he wielded a staff. We walked together, him speaking in riddles, metaphor. Coming to a place where people display their crafts for purchase; my mother present, unaware of the gravity of a situation, the presence of this… man… there with me even as he steps away from my side. Necklaces for sale, cephalopods representative of Eldritch creatures, and other lovely pieces; I purchase nothing. I wear no adornments, now. ‘Stay away from the metals.’

There takes place an altercation; he and another, in front of many; violent, and he disappears.

I take a chairlift, the cables not taught, in their own right, waveforms. Bouncing.

Coming to a new place, a cabin in the woods. A flying vehicle lands outside this house, in a Field. Men pour out of it. I am warned, this man from earlier, he is highly dangerous. He wishes to kill me. As in the waking daimensions, I am not disturbed by this possibility. I am asked what I know, disclosing only some. One man pulls out a microphone, asks me to speak into it; but not too loudly, as if the forest itself can hear what I say. And it can, hear what you say. The bear-turned-man, the forest itself. IYKYK.

The importance of not only what one believes, but who one believes. ᛟᛉᚢ