You know, I hate that feeling when I've had a good dream or an interesting one anyway... and it fades and all I remember are fragments but I feel like there is something important I'm missing.
So... I've been listening to Carol King all evening because that was what I remember waking up with in my mind. I was singing something by Carol King when I woke up and I remember a trellis and some sprout people dancing and I was singing on their behalf.
There were also faces carved into the wooden trellis and they were singing along with me as the chorus. There was the face of a wolf, eagle, and bull... and they were singing Carol King lyrics along with me while these sprout people were growing.
Dreams... they're interesting things. If a bit odd.
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