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Jun. 30th, 2004 12:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alonewiththemoonLast night I dreamed that I was in the woods, picking up shiny rocks from a streambed in a place where it cascaded down a little hill [1]. There were some people I knew (you know, that random dream collection of nobody in particular and everybody all at once) a little ways away. I heard a crashing sound and looking downstream, I saw a large bull moose splashing around in the stream. I was quite worried because moose can be dangerous, and this one looked pretty agitated. As I wondered if I could sneak away into the underbrush, the moose charged upstream at me. I curled up into a ball in the water, in the hopes that it wouldn't notice me and hopefully not trample me. When the moose got to me, it lowered its head and sniffed at me. I could feel its hot breath on my face [2]. I started to think it might be okay after all, and then was suddenly swept into the air by a man riding a black horse. There was a boy with the man, and I realized that I was a child too. I think actually I was Lyra, which would make the boy Will and the man probably Lord Asriel, as he had that sort of look to him. I was pretty sure that I had to take the horse and ride off on a mission of some sort, which was very exciting, but the dream got muddled from there. Up to that point, it was extremely vivid.
Then this morning, I read in the paper that a moose had strolled into Wellesley yesterday afternoon around 5:30pm, and was last seen heading into Natick. Biologists speculated that it was a young male moose who had just left his mother and was looking for a territory of his own.
Coincidence? Hmmm...
[1] this was right out of my forest service experience in california. We didn't pick up many things, but we did look for bedrock mortars where native people sat and ground acorns. These mortars were often in or right alongside stream beds so that the water could wash away the bitterness of the acorns as they were being ground.
[2] i don't doubt in the slightest that in the real world, there was a ferret sniffing my face at that moment.
Then this morning, I read in the paper that a moose had strolled into Wellesley yesterday afternoon around 5:30pm, and was last seen heading into Natick. Biologists speculated that it was a young male moose who had just left his mother and was looking for a territory of his own.
Coincidence? Hmmm...
[1] this was right out of my forest service experience in california. We didn't pick up many things, but we did look for bedrock mortars where native people sat and ground acorns. These mortars were often in or right alongside stream beds so that the water could wash away the bitterness of the acorns as they were being ground.
[2] i don't doubt in the slightest that in the real world, there was a ferret sniffing my face at that moment.
