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May 6th, 2020


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I thought my dreams were in limbo, stuck on a cliffhanger, but they started replaying again.

Like I wanted or needed to relive some of them.

Or any of them.

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If anyone has any injuries from the other day that that need medical attention, let me know. I'd be happy to take a look.

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In my dreams, there's a place called Ahtohallan. It's a river of memories, but frozen. A glacier. It's where the voice that is calling to me is.

In order to get there I had to cross a storm swept sea, which meant fighting the spirit of water. A water horse that nearly drowned me. But I tamed it, and arrived in Ahtohallan and then something inside me shifted. Changed.

Inside the glacier were memories. Mine. My sister's. My family's. Somewhere in these memories is the answer to what happened to my kingdom and the forest and why the spirits are angry.

But that voice? Was my mother telling me the person I was looking for all along was me.