Dream Journal: 2015-10-08.01

Dreamt Odin sat my obstinate ass down and grilled me on the Elder Futhark. I recited them coming and going but each time I thought I spoke them all, I counted only 23. (Fuck. Blum. And his blank rune, too.)

“You’re missing something. Find it before someone else does.”

Yes, Sir.


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