Dec. 16th, 2021

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I had a dream that was a mix of the Secret of NIHM and live action. The scene was following a mouse from the city to the country. She ended up getting on a train and the commentator was saying how curious that was. When she arrived at the countryside there were children that had made the journey as well. There were health checks, a dog meant to sniff out some pathogen that had been plaguing the city and they were trying to keep it from getting to the countryside and children. The mouse had to work hard to avoid detection.

She and the children ended up in the same field. The children were playing and talking and picking wildflowers and then there was this massive raven. I would say crow, but it was too large for that. The children regarded it and asked it questions. The bird insisted it was "a good one." A rush of wings hit the air and the children turned to see several bald eagles take flight out of a tree and they crooned over the "noble ones." The raven was slightly deflated at these remarks. The children turned to him with greater suspicion, going down their checklist of qualities that made a bird noble and good and those that determined it was not.

The dream shifted before that section reached it's conclusion and it was no longer animated. I was in a house with several other people and I ended up long lining a small bear up and down stairs and around the house. There was a lanky man in a cowboy hat who was hard of hearing and I kept asking him where I should take the bear and he was wishy-washy with answers and since the bear was pretty forward I had my hands full just directing it here and there to avoid bumping into anything and keeping my lines managed. He finally determined that we should bathe it in the downstairs bathroom (I was weaving around up and down four different staircases).

I continue to be super busy and am looking forward to a week and a bit off over Christmas.
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There's sonething to be said about rituals of rememberance. This song came on as I was riding April and when I recognized it I turned it up and skipped back to the beginning, letting the emotions rise and flow, feeling the pain and regret, loss, and commitment to continue.

I have some ritual in my life, but I admit I sometimes feel a lack and wish our culture had more ritual surrounding loss and rememberance so these things have their rightful place and avenue instead of feeling unmoored and drifting, destined to resurface when least desired.

By the way, the Vietnam Memorial is a haunting and beautiful work of art.

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