May. 24th, 2010
Paging Seanan
May. 24th, 2010 11:46 amI've started following Edward Petherbridge's weekly blog posts, for reasons that may have been apparent, and the following passage from this post (describing a dream he had in Germany a couple of years ago) just hit me in the face:
"Despite the glare through the net curtains, which mercifully blurred the view of the train station opposite and its adjacent McDonald's, I could still 'see' (and can at this moment) the owl that had visited my pre-waking dream: it was a night owl, of course, but pale pink in colour and perched on a low wall, looking out of place in the dream’s daytime urban setting. As a man attempted to get hold of it, the owl took flight and came to rest on the top ledge of a two-storey building but, startled again, spread its wings and, in the same movement, metamorphosed into a rearing ram with horns. It was then that I woke." (bolding mine)
It's 3:30 a.m. Do you know where your rose-owl is?
"Despite the glare through the net curtains, which mercifully blurred the view of the train station opposite and its adjacent McDonald's, I could still 'see' (and can at this moment) the owl that had visited my pre-waking dream: it was a night owl, of course, but pale pink in colour and perched on a low wall, looking out of place in the dream’s daytime urban setting. As a man attempted to get hold of it, the owl took flight and came to rest on the top ledge of a two-storey building but, startled again, spread its wings and, in the same movement, metamorphosed into a rearing ram with horns. It was then that I woke." (bolding mine)
It's 3:30 a.m. Do you know where your rose-owl is?