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I had a dream. What's more? I remembered it. I was walking around in some sort of open mine, open to the sky. It wasn't deep. I don't know what was being mined. All around me there were people working and groaning, but I wasn't one of the workers.

I was looking for someone who was in the mine somewhere. I don't remember who I was supposed to be looking for or why. Except that I wanted to talk to them, but about what I forget.

None of the mine workers were looking at me...I got the sense that they didn't sense me. Maybe I was actually invisible to them...

There were these guards all around. They were...some form of "demons" and I put that in quotes because they weren't terribly demonic. They looked like regular people, al though sort of scrawny, but they were dressed in cloth demon suits. Costumes. In varying shades of black, grey, white, ivory.

And I do mean these things looked like costumes...do you know the story Where the Wild Things Are? The child, Max, in his little wolf costume? With the hood with ears on it and the paws and the bushy tail? That's what these people looked like. The cloth was just linen, wrapped snug to their bodies and it came up over their heads and over their hands like mitts and all the way down to their feet, covering them as one suit. Like...pajamas. With footies. And hoodies. And mittens. NOT terribly intimidating.

Some of them had cloth horns and sort of bat-like wings. Some of them had cloth ears that stuck up. The one in ivory had "ears" like owl tufts and featherish wings and looked more angel-like. None of them looked mean but they did see me. They all started to sit up and take notice. I could feel their attention on me. I stopped talking to whoever it was I had come to talk to and looked around. I noticed them noticing me.

I wasn't scared but I did wonder if maybe I was in trouble. It seems I wasn't supposed to be there. I wondered if I was going to be in for some sort of chase or magical fight but felt confident I could handle it. I didn't want to hurt any of the demons. I don't know I should even call them demons, as they were really just on guard, not in the least menacing.

But what's really fustrating is that I don't remember the person (or being) I was supposed to be talking to! Not how they looked except that I sensed it was a male prescence and he was interested to see me but not expecting me. He wasn't one of the mine workers but I don't know what he was doing in the middle of this sort of depressing place. Nor do I remember what we were discussing (just that he had information I needed, it wasn't a casual chat), nor why this was the only person who could tell me, nor why I knew this person wasn't going to help me with my guard problem.

So as the guards and I were noticing each other...the dream ends. Three AM. Alarm going off. Gah. Pleh. And other noises of frustration.

That he'll tell me he doesn't have time? Maybe. Or if he does and I go there and I tell him the situation with the Grove that he'll tell me I'm over-reacting? I've heard that all my life. But how I feel is how I feel. How am I to make myself NOT feel? I'm not raving or making a scene. But I still fear being told I'm being dramatic. As if I was making a big deal out of nothing just for attention. When I just feel what I feel.

Well, there isn't time to worry about the email tonight, I have to open again tomorrow. I have to sleep.