I had a dream I was pouring the flour I had ground from the wheat I had sown into empty paint cans. (They were the only containers I had.) I was having a lot of difficulty because it was dark in the cellar I was working in. I couldn’t find all the lids. It was frustrating. I had to walk further along a dark tunnel and at one point there was no light at all, I was feeling the walls to find the light switch but they were no longer stone but earth.
I bumped my head on a root from a tree. I was still thinking about my flour, how it took so much effort I didn’t want it to spoil. Soon I found I was in a cavern and aware that I was no longer safe, that I had gotten lost and infact, that I was going to die there and I was going to die at the hands of something terrible.
This is when, as so often in my frightening dreams, the ridiculous rides in on a unicorn. Yes it was a Troll but one apparently I knew well and yes he had a unicorn with him, although he was not riding him.
So there you have it. The story of my life:
Working hard in utter futility, getting into trouble because I wasn’t paying attention, rescued in the end by the ridiculous.
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