Maybe it was the general business of the weekend. Maybe it's accumulated stress from being jobless for so long. Hell, it could even be PMS or the waning influence of the recent full moon. One way or the other, I've had some funky dreams the last few nights.

My subconscious had me meeting people I already know in completely different situations. A couple old friends I have not seen in a while were painted as angels, flitting around in ways far more fariy-like than angelic and telling me what I should and should not do with little regard for the usual religious conventions. (Also rather fey of them.)

( Step into my subconscious parlor... )