rain-bomb:
I had dreamed that I was moving through a forest, a colorless, musty, moss and mushroom ridden forest. I was not in search of anything in particular, infact, I hardly took notice of my surroundings. I was simply there, wandering. Any noise I heard, or even any scent I could pick up was masked….
Such a procession of well-defined dreams are deserving of great extolment, m’lady.
