I slept for a long time last night. I went to bed at 8pm, and woke up around seven this morning. I’m still tired, and could probably sleep for another twelve hours, truth be told. I don’t have the time, because today is my drive to Seattle, but I could.
I had a really vivid dream last night that I didn’t remember until just a little while ago, and only one small part of it.
Back in April, on my way home from my trip to Spring Mysteries and San Francisco, I bought a wall-clock from this store that mom and I love that I’ve forgotten the name of. (Something Imports, I think. World Market or something.) The wall-clock was missing the hands and motor, so we got it half-price. It has skeleton keys where the numbers should be.
I think you can guess Who I got it for.
I have plans for the this clock, and have for a while. I’ve been meaning to do something to the clock, like putting a picture of Hecate in the center of it to cover up the hole for the hands and motor and the words that say Hotel du Parc.
I dreamt that I was digging through a huge pile of stuff and uncovered the clock, still un-modified. The key in the “four” position was damaged.
The dream means something, I can tell — it has the feeling of a dream that means something, as opposed to “my subconscious drinks too much”, which is the feeling most of my dreams have.
I’m just not sure what.