#dreamnotes

This all happened in our old house…. why

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THOUGHT: In the middle of sleep, I had this passing thought “ I should take pictures more,in dreams, to post Instagram ” I think I woke up chuckling just now... But that would be a cool app. #dreamnotes #afterthought #anastasia #greatapp #appidea (at The Goblins Heist) https://www.instagram.com/p/CD01NFnBOXI/?igshid=76q59q06hvc4

Nothing to satiate your inner anger more than a dream where you mercilessly beat the shit out of those who try to ruin your life. "what's with all the noise?" asks my aunt who shouts from downstairs. "Nothing. I'm just making renovations." I shout back. I continue to cave in his spine with feet and fist alike as another family member, (who is nearby witnessing this brutality), grins at my reply to my aunt.

                                                                                                                                                April 21st, 2018

And I woke up.

This morning, I received a dream. In it, I was in an American school (like the ones in movies) for some reason, and I was going to lunch in an outdoor-area. I noticed this interesting man--white guy, sleeveless white shirt, black pants, he was muscular with just a bit of body fat on him. He wore a necklace--some circular pewter pendant tied on with some black leather rope around his neck. Dark red, long-ish hair that didn't yet reach his shoulders. I was checking him out from a distance thinking how handsome he was & thought if this was Loki? The moment that thought came into my dream self's mind, this man looks at me, smiles a sad smile and sits with me on my table, where I am alone. The table is circular, with curved benches placed in each quadrant. The man sits on the bench beside mine but facing me as well. He sighs, looks away. We begin conversing--small talk, but I don't remember much of it. All I remember is asking him if he was Lokean, or a follower of Loki's, and he said he was. But throughout the conversation, it felt like I wasn't being told something. I didn't know whether to call the man out as Loki or if I was mistaken. It was like talking to someone who you aren't afraid of, but more like you're cautious. Like you're playing a game but you're both sad but you both play the game where you try to say so many things without saying them plainly. The last thing I remember is looking at his arms out of instinct, him seeing my gaze, smiles, looks away, tells me something I cannot yet recall, and I wake up with a gasp. I'm afraid everything this man has told me, I'd forgotten. I don't know if it was Loki. Something tells me it was. I don't know why I get the feeling that he's slightly disappointed in me? I don't know what I've done...I'm not sure how to approach this, I'm not even rationally sure the dream man was him. But something tells me it might have been. (If any heathen/asatruar out there has advice, please let me know?)