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I Know My World Too Well

Had a complicated dream last night that involved me going through a portal in a painting painted black (by using a rock with the Biting Pear painting on it!) turning into a fox, spotting a pair of unicorns (because only animals can see unicorns, which are apparently wandering around the city most of the time) turning into a unicorn myself, and having a lengthy conversation with them. The unicorns (which were the goat-deer-like model rather than the horse-model) took me to a very odd Chinese bathhouse, full of moving stone statues, where we prayed to some peculiar deity.

“AHA!” I said, suddenly enlightened, turned into a dragon, and went off to kill the emperor, which apparently was what I was supposed to do all along.

None of that is terribly important. This is pretty standard dream fare for me. What stuck in my mind was that after I had slain the emperor, I went off to check my blog, and discovered an argument in the comments about whether or not I had actually been a unicorn all along.

Just in case anyone is wondering, I am not now and never have been a unicorn. Just in case it ever comes up.

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.