Maybe it was the zombie post yesterday. Maybe I'm just weird. Okay... we all know I'm weird, but there has to be extenuating circumstances for the dream I had last night.
So apparently, several people including myself discovered an ancient Egyptian tomb and figured, hey! might as well break in and look for valuables. As with any unauthorized entry into forgotten tombs, this was a bad idea. Primarily because an undead mummy proceeded to chase us all over the place with plans for making me it's bride. (Yipe!) So I managed to stay out of the creature's grasp many times, but it didn't seem to have any problems catching everyone else. Eventually, there were only a handful of people left. So me being the altruistic idiot that I am, I dressed up in some of the finery lying about and waited for my dessicated suitor. So I sat down in a throne and closed my eyes, because really, does anyone want to see something like that creeping up on them? I felt this touch on my cheek and opened my eyes and the mummy had become flesh and blood, looking just as it must have in life. Of course, that didn't stop it from filling the tomb with sand to stop everyone, including me, from leaving.
Yesterday, I had a dream that the government had kidnapped me from my family because I could teleport (don't ask me how they expected to keep me). They wanted me to work as a spy and assassin for them, but I was having none of it. I teleported into a different dimension where I stayed for a couple years before coming back to discover that other members of my family were being watched because they were developing powers too. I managed to talk them into coming with me to another dimension, but it took a lot out of me to travel between worlds, so we had to hide out for a while. In my dream, I had a little brother who was confined to a wheel chair but could turn electrical devices work like remote control. He helped us steal a car by starting it. Then my mother exhibited her abilities by making people do what she wanted. It was very Firestarter/Heroes/Xmen.
May 8th
The Furry Dance in the Cornish Town of Helston is one of the world's oldest surviving spring festivals. Though it is now dedicated to St. Michael the Archangel, the name may come from Flora, the Roman goddess of spring flowers, or from a Celtic word for fair. The Furry Dance is always held on May 8th, unless this day falls on a Sunday or Monday. A daylong series of processions, first of the young men and women, then the prominent citizens, is held. Assembled in long lines led by a band, people weaving in and out of houses and gardens, good luck following in their footsteps. Dancing in towns through out the country was once common on this day.
Theosophists commemorate the death of Madame Helena Petrovna Blavatsky on this day, which they call White Lotus Day.
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That sounds like a very cool dream, I think. I had a dream about whales and fantastical, beautiful cities sinking into the sea.
That is not weird.
Cool dreams! I had a dream last week that the Strength card came and visited with me. I wish that I remembered more about it though.
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