Last night. I had a dream. In the dream I was a dove flying on the wind and then I dove... down into the desert and became a scorpion. Where I crawled until I came upon the corpse of an Elk. I squirmed inside, and it was there I stayed until morning. Which meant: I am going to underestimate someone very close to my own heart. Good things are coming. Good things.
HA! trolled by the thumbnail! Nice surrealism!