Follow the white dog
Added 2023-03-19 15:01:00 +0000 UTCMany years ago, I dreamed that I was with a group of people who were in a huge, grassy valley, hemmed on either side by old-growth forest. A white dog was with us. A storm was coming, and we ran up the slopes into the forest to avoid the flood water.
It was quiet in the forest, and so dense that almost no light filtered through. The trees were incredibly old and tall, and the forest floor was thick with giant ferns and mossy fallen trunks. There were paths in the forest, going every which way, and one of them would lead to a familiar town where we could get warm and dry. As the storm came closer, it got darker and darker until we could hardly see each other. Because the dog was white, he seemed to glow in the darkness, so we formed a chain by holding hands and followed the white dog up the path. He seemed to know where we needed to go.
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Some stuff has happened, entirely my own fault, and I don't have the heart to draw Good Omens stuff just this minute. I'll get back to it, but I'm going to take a little time to be sad.
While doing this I listened to Massive Attack's "Psyche" on repeat.
