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.
