![]() ![]() The mating bond had clearly given him insight at an inappropriate time again. I almost matched Adam's appetite when we sat down for breakfast-cooked in utter civilization on the quarter-sized stove. I'd been hopping back and forth from human to coyote yesterday it would make anyone hungry. And I suspected that the imprisoned feeling was the effect of the antihistamine itself, which left me sluggish. It didn't take a Carl Jung to see where the otters had come from. It didn't matter that I knew quite well that the dream meant nothing. After, because, not being prescient, I never knew when the sword of Damocles was going to fall. I felt the same way after vampire, demon, or fae attacks, too. I woke up with the dry mouth and feeling of impending doom that were not unfamiliar after I'd taken antihistamines. They looked like the otters who had watched me pull Benny's boat out of the brush. ![]() ![]() So I didn't eat the other otters who swam around me. I dreamed that I was freed at last, and I feasted on an otter that filled me more than an otter should, appeasing my hunger for a moment. I grew hungry, and there was no surcease, no ease of the great appetite of my captivity. ![]() No matter how hard I struggled, no matter how hard I fought, I could not move. That night I dreamed I was encased in stone. They never make any sense, but they are consuming and difficult to throw off the next day. ONE OF THE REASONS I HATE TO TAKE ANTIHISTAMINES is because of the dreams. ![]()
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