I am in a peculiar mood this morning. It is grey and windy out. Tom and I had a fight before we went to bed last night and didn't make up - we just went to bed.
This morning I had a dream about F., I think, having a harem of like some 27 people, and I was having a conversation about how they worked out who got to sleep with him and what happened if someone was really horny but it wasn't their turn. And then I was talking with a group of young people Kevin's age about Kiri from the Internest. She had thanked someone for something, and they were surprised by it. I said that she was very intelligent and I enjoyed her posts or something like that, and some other things, I don't remember now, defending her in some way. I walked a way from them feeling like I had said too much and they had not really wanted to hear it anyway. Then I was with Tom and I had apparently grown out my hair and stopped dyeing it. It was knee length which I really liked but all white. I had lost weight and looked in the mirror and I looked about 70 yrs old, my face all wrinkled. I didn't like what I saw and decided to go back to dyeing my hair until I really was that old and it would be appropriate to look that way. And I said that I would look great that way at 80 yrs old.
Then I noticed that I also had feathers on my collarbones - some blueish ones with a section of red that looked like my dyed hair color, black, and yellow one that pointed up towards my throat and around the little hollow at the throat. I woke up. And now I feel down.
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