Woke up today from an interesting/intense dream...
I was sitting in a bright garden with a bunch of people with musical instruments being instructed/led by a master musician. I was mucking around with a sort of half-size guitar thing.
I’m not a guitar player, but I was making some progress, when suddenly something clicked, and I worked out how to do some amazing things. I sort of found a way to vibrate my intentions with the instrument. I was getting choral music to come from the strings. -Many voices singing something uplifting and powerful. (Some sort of Christmas/Beathoveny music). It was really cool!
I tried to share my discovery, and at that moment, the strings went flat. The little knobs at the head of the guitar vanished and my instrument fell silent. -Though the choral voices continued for a bit in the background.
A satyr (yes, really) showed up. He was a guitar repair expert and he informed me that the "fairy folk" had hijacked my instrument and stole the necessary parts. "You humans can’t go discovering and sharing that! You'll mis-use it, and penetrate the boundaries between worlds. The fairy folk don't want that."
I became argumentative and woke up with a few heated debating points on my breath. Never trust the Fey; 4th density jerks.
In real life, I’m working on a publishing contract, which was looking really positive; great company with high ideals, but it is suddenly hitting some unexpected stumbling blocks. I can’t help but feel like the two are related.
Then I read today that a French magazine was shot up by ‘Islamic Terrorists’.
Hmm.
I was sitting in a bright garden with a bunch of people with musical instruments being instructed/led by a master musician. I was mucking around with a sort of half-size guitar thing.
I’m not a guitar player, but I was making some progress, when suddenly something clicked, and I worked out how to do some amazing things. I sort of found a way to vibrate my intentions with the instrument. I was getting choral music to come from the strings. -Many voices singing something uplifting and powerful. (Some sort of Christmas/Beathoveny music). It was really cool!
I tried to share my discovery, and at that moment, the strings went flat. The little knobs at the head of the guitar vanished and my instrument fell silent. -Though the choral voices continued for a bit in the background.
A satyr (yes, really) showed up. He was a guitar repair expert and he informed me that the "fairy folk" had hijacked my instrument and stole the necessary parts. "You humans can’t go discovering and sharing that! You'll mis-use it, and penetrate the boundaries between worlds. The fairy folk don't want that."
I became argumentative and woke up with a few heated debating points on my breath. Never trust the Fey; 4th density jerks.
In real life, I’m working on a publishing contract, which was looking really positive; great company with high ideals, but it is suddenly hitting some unexpected stumbling blocks. I can’t help but feel like the two are related.
Then I read today that a French magazine was shot up by ‘Islamic Terrorists’.
Hmm.
