Mar. 30th, 2018 at 12:37 AM
I had another dream. I’m still a kid and still at camp. And I’m still not doing exactly the best at weapons training. I did find out my godly parent is Apollo, which doesn’t really surprise me when that’s literally my dad’s name. My dad, who’s a nurse, teacher and failed garage band guitarist, who has a love of really, really bad poetry, is a Greek god. You have no idea how absurd this is in my head.
He claimed me as his in the dreams after I instinctively healed another kid at camp. Apparently that’s something I can do in the dreams, by singing. Anyone who’s heard me sing can tell you how little sense that makes. I mean, please feel free to ask my long suffering boyfriend.
When I woke up, my hands were weirdly tingly. It makes me wonder if that’s spilled over into the waking world. A certain orange shirt was also draped over the foot of the bed.
In the dream, there are other children of Apollo. I’ve got brothers and sisters. I’ve always wanted siblings.I wonder if I have any Dad doesn’t know about here
He claimed me as his in the dreams after I instinctively healed another kid at camp. Apparently that’s something I can do in the dreams, by singing. Anyone who’s heard me sing can tell you how little sense that makes. I mean, please feel free to ask my long suffering boyfriend.
When I woke up, my hands were weirdly tingly. It makes me wonder if that’s spilled over into the waking world. A certain orange shirt was also draped over the foot of the bed.
In the dream, there are other children of Apollo. I’ve got brothers and sisters. I’ve always wanted siblings.