Dream Journal: 2014-01-12.01

Deity: S’up Weaver.

Me: Hey, long time no harass. To what do I owe this delightful visit?

~friendly chit chat commences~

Deity: Listen, I need you to keep an eye out for [Tumblrite].

Me: You know damn well I don’t do babysitting.

Deity: It’s not babysitting. I’m not asking you to save [them] from [themselves]. I’m just saying if [they] come to you for advice, you treat them square.

Me: Don’t I always?

Deity: I’m not talking about the shape of the bites you take out of people’s ass.

~mutual laughter~

Me: Okay. Serious. Why would [Tumblrite] come to me for advice, when it’s quite publicly clear that I’m on the outs with your pantheon and as mercenary as Weaver Fett. I have no authority regarding you and yours. It has been declared on both sides [of the Veil].

Deity: [Because reasons.]

Me: Are you trying to get me lynched?

Deity: Don’t I always?

Me: ~side eye~

Deity: ~bright laughter~

Me: IF! And I do mean if, [Tumblrite] asks, I’ll be right and proper with [them]. Because I have no reason not to be even without your formal request. But I’m not going to chase [Tumblrite] down for it. [They] are going to have to come to me, and preferably private, so [they] don’t get shit on for just asking me questions.

Deity: Careful. Your concern for your fellow humans is showing.

Me: ~harrumph~

Deity: One more thing…

Me: ~stone face and cold~ What.

Deity: Would you make this conversation public?

Me: ~rapping fingers on the table~ The fuck for?

Deity: Hide names however you like. The more plain the better actually. Because [Tumblrite] has a hard time hearing me. Fear muffles things. But [they’ll] know this conversation is about [them].

Me: I’m not your priestess. I’m not your [insert all the titles here]. I do not serve you. I am the Mongrel at the Fence. YOU know this.

Deity: Funny, I heard you were the [Black Wolf] and the [Raven Name Here]. I’ve heard a few other things about you as well, but this isn’t the time for that. Will you at least open the door so [they] may pass? It’s up to [them] if to step through. And I’ll be waiting if [they] do. ~makes that face that only [Deity] can make~

Me: … I’m such a sucker.

Deity: Thank you! I’ve got to get going, and so do you.

On waking I was confused by the calendar. I would wonder if this conversation took place a week ago, but [Deity] made reference to a thing I only heard about last night. Somebody hand me a bowl of coffee grounds and some half-n-half. I have breakfast to catch up on.

* Tumblrite: (noun) A person that has an active account with Tumblr.


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