Wednesday evening on the drive home: Oh look, those clouds look like a FUCKING HUGE CANINE DEVOURING THE SUN! … Neat. My, what big teeth you have. Aw, now the sun is its eye. How adorable! Bye, doggy!
Thursday evening on the drive home: Oh look, those clouds look like the Sunchaser again! Wait… why did I say ‘Sunchaser’? ~shrug~ Oh, they’re moving again! Hey, I know that design! That looks… very… fucking… specific… ~stinkeye~ ~recognition~ Oh. Fuck. I know who you are, I just don’t know your name. And the clouds are moving again, into a… smile? Yes. I see you. Don’t eat me. I’ll give you indigestion and heartburn literally out of your ass. Fuck, it’s laughing now.
Thursday night in dream land: Devouring Ancestral Spirit asks me if I had met Dead Black Dog yet. I say I haven’t, as DBD is not on my list of Gods To Piss Off, and the cultural context of DBD’s images meant I could not approach it first. “Well, it already said hi to you twice. So don’t be rude.” The rest of the night passes with Tales From Psychopomps.
Friday morning before work: Hey Google! Show me images of [describes Sunchaser]. First result: Sunchaser’s official iconography which is identical to the second cloud apparition. Second result: Sunchaser’s name in various languages and dialects, how Sunchaser fits in the overall mythology of the region, and regional variants. Third result: Sunchaser’s connection to a personal mythos that explains how a link to me can be established without crossing lines.
Friday night in dream land: Sunchaser shows up in an anthropomorphic form in Full Fucking Regalia. “C’mon! Let’s play!” I stand my ground and respectfully inform Sunchaser that I need to learn more about it, it’s relation to me, and what I could expect if I’m going to play in that pool. Sunchaser laughs but gives me stinkeye at the same time. “Do I look like fucking Coyote? I don’t play tricks. Now, [this other guy you know very damn well], he would.” I still don’t move. He sighs. “I understand. How about I just sit here with you and we can talk story.” I accept that. More Tales From Psychopomps.
This morning: ~traces certain threads in my life~ Oh, fuck me…