That moment you deliver a message and the only reason you still have your head on your shoulders is because the recipient recognizes that you’re in Courier Mode and have no control over the words that come out of your mouth.
Ravenwoman got an answer to one of her missives, and boy-o-boy, she was not happy to hear it. Even less happy that the response had such a punch to it, my voice and inflection actually changed into that of the responding entity. The dream world equivalent to getting a audio-message.
She told me to repeat the message three times. Each time I took on more and more of the respondent’s presentation, so that Weaver had pretty much disappeared and she was seeing the image of the respondent. Each time she was more and more annoyed by the response. Finally, she accepts the message is what it is and waits for Courier Mode to lift off of me.
“Get out. And don’t come back until I have called you here myself.”
I bowed, and left. I meant to chill out in the lair with Snake… but I found myself in an artist’s studio, preparing to paint a commissioned piece based off a patron’s penciled line art… (see previous dream summary for the notes, blog post later in the day.)