And I had that dream again. I was flying. Soaring over the island, diving down into deep lagoons and finding places I would never be able to see if I couldn't lift into the air...
And that creature came, in my dream. As ever, not hostile. And it flew with me. Guiding me aroudn the island? And the more he/she/it is my traveling companion, the more I notice details, how jumbled up it is. Hooves, butterfly wings, cat-like ears, bush-baby face...
The dream was so strange and beautiful, I can't shake it. I had to get up to our camp's little field table and draw... I've posted a sketch of my little dream friend. I kind of like him.
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I can see why - looks a friendly sort, and no mistake.
Are you sure these are dreams and not night-wanderings? This wee fella could be your own nocturnal guide...
Yours in Travel,
HeadBurro Antfarm.
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You could be right. Perhaps he has more connection to me than I think. But it seems he's gone from the realm of dreams to the world itself...
So was he always there, or did my dreams just manifest themselves with a little help from the crystals of Involvium?
Btw, I saw the chronicles of your own journey... and I can't wait to see what happens next!
Glad you like them - feel free to stop by The Island is you have a break in your own schedule :)
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