RJ Brudenell (azoth) wrote,
RJ Brudenell

Just a Few Scribbles



Last night I dreamt that I found a falcon. It told me that it needed to be taken to a sanctuary. As I carried it, the bird began to peck at my flesh.

When I woke up I found that I'd scratched myself to pieces in my sleep. Deep cuts all over my face, torso and legs. My nose and my left shoulder took the brunt of the damage.

Funny thing, I don't have any nails. I've been painting a lot of late and so I've trimmed my nails down to nothing. After all, paint under the nails is a bugger to remove.
Tags: dream, scribbles

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