dream
Monday, October 6

i greeted the stranger. he was in a brown cloak. impeccably polite. i sounded foolish and brash as i indirectly boasted of my skill in swordmanship.

"oh? may i see your sword, please?" he asked. i led him to a rack, which had a number of swords on it. they all had different scabbards, yet in a sudden panic, i couldn't identify my own.

"shall we have a bout with these practice swords?" i asked. "it wouldn't be quite fair if i used my own."

as we squared off, the air thickened and became gray. a fog had settled amongst us. i felt a rush come at me, and barely parried his attack. again, and again, he attacked, and each time, i barely parried. i left lost in the fog, while my opponent seemed at home, able to locate me and attack at will.

dreamshift

"hey, check this out!" i bent over in the snow and picked up what appeared to be a perfect statue of a baby. it was lifesize, and startingly perfect in detail. i brushed off the snow, and then stopped. it was not a statue at all, but a real baby that had frozen.

/dream

yakob at 1:20 PM

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