Last night I dreamt of a zombie apocalypse. We were having to fight our way out of my old house. I had a blade that was curved, and slipped around my hand, so that the blade curved out and away from my body.
I'm an artist, alchemist, witch, writer, lucid dreamer, librarian, sister, daughter, recluse, watcher and note-taker, goof-off, clairvoyant-in-study and mostly still a mystery to myself.
