InsaneJournal

[PRIVATE JOURNAL ENTRY]

I dreamed of Narnia again last night. Not merely of Aslan; it wasn’t the old nightmare in which a large lion spoke to me and told me I was never to return, but rather a vivid dream of those games I and my siblings used to play as children. We were queens and kings of a land so unlike this one in almost every way and yet the timing does seem curious.

Peter had those rings in his pocket. I’d nearly been brave or perhaps foolish enough to try them, but there wasn’t time and I’ve long ago stopped believing in such childish things.

Still, it is curious that I should find myself dreaming of that piece of my imagination just after finishing being myself in what seems to be another world entirely from my home. It’s almost enough to.... a part of me wants to believe again, if I could stand to let myself.

Perhaps it was just Edmund’s leprechaun singing those songs. I’m certain it will pass.

I’m told you might have jobs available for those who are learning to learn and work here. Perhaps we could talk?

My flatmate and I having an evening of supper and games this weekend. You should bring your Rose along.