Last night was St Agnes Eve. I forgot to put herbs in my shoes. Nonetheless, I dreamed.
I dreamed I was having my first physiotherapy session, post-cast-removal, and it was going well, and the physiotherapist was pleased and I was incredibly happy. My wrist was regaining flexibility with each stretch, and my hand was regaining grip and precision control. Then I dreamed that I was walking beside a large lake with a certain ballet dancer and two of the characters from "Firefly"; we were having a nice, funny, intelligent conversation, and it was raining. I have to put the latter down to old-fashioned wishful thinking (and a bad attack of Crushia saltator); the earlier part I'll hope and pray was indeed the foretelling dream St Agnes is meant to give. I want my hand back.
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Just out of interest, which characters? Was I right? ;)
Yer wuz right, babe. It's terrific. Yesterday evening I got as far as the episode where the engine blows up and "Serenity" is drifting in space with no life support - I was on the edge of my seat.
Rainy dreamwalk was with the Warrior Woman and her nice goofy husband.
St. Agnes Eve ~ love it.. tell me more - wish I knew all the 'eves' and days :)
My mother has a wonderful old book called The Complete Book of Fortune which has chapters on every kind of divination, amulets and charms, popular superstitions, and so forth, incluing a long section on traditional magic from all over the British Isles for the seasons and for special festivals such as Christmas, New Year and Hallowe'en. So long before I read Keats' poem, I had come across the Eve of St Agnes and its tradition of divinatory magic there.
The theory is that an unmarried woman will dream of her One True Love if she puts herbs in her shoes and sleeps in the nude on the night of January 20th... Last year I followed the directions scrupulously and dreamed I was buying lettuces! So meeting three real people in this year's dream is a step in the right direction. Though I suspect my own right hand is the real "subject" here...
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