Well I Have Woken Up. Time To Get Back Into The Nonsense, I Guess.

Meadowsweet Commission - by Maria Makovetskaya

I had a really weird dream last night

It didn't start where this post begins, but this is the weird part (also can't remember how it started lol)

I was looking at stairs behind me(one outside that has only like 5 stairs, with the rail) on the corner if a building that were made out of bricks, and I remember very distinctly the feeling of dread as I realised that I had seen those steps before and I knew where they were from(I've never actually seen the steps In a dream before. I've only dreamed of the place once)

Horror found it's way Into my chest and sure enough, I turn back to face in front of me and I was there. A teacher from my school was practically in my and my friends(who was sitting next to me) faces telling us something. I think she was trying to make a threat sound comforting? I don't remember.

I look past her and I see The Bridge(which I've never dreamed about before, but recognised) over nothing but white abyss leading to the other side of the place(which was connected to where I was sitting anyway I think), and I knew that I would have to cross that unstable, rickety-wooden-straight-out-of-an-adventure-movie-and-about-to-break Bridge

My friend didn't seem at all bothered by this, but the horror I felt was so strong that I dream transported myself with no inbetween

One second I was looking at a black haired woman while feeling nothing positive, and the next I was at a place I had never been, getting ready for a performance of some kind that somehow evolved into my helping cartoon looking hence men hide their hobbies because the Boss was coming back. Their lair was in my house.

I was in line at Aldi and this girl with two toddlers in front of me had her card declined and she looked so fucking sad and said “let me call my husband real quick” and it was only 18 dollars, so I just paid for it, and she was very sweet and then as she walked off, the lady behind me said `”You know that was probably a scam, right?” and like, even if it was, like what a sad fucking scam, right? 18 dollars at the Aldi. If you’re “scamming” me for some Tyson chicken and apple juice and cauliflower, then just take my fucking money. 

“A scam” people are fucking wild.  

Otto Marseus van Schrieck, Snakes, Toads and Butterflies c.1639-1678

Music that tells a story is always a yes from me. Which is why I love folk music and musical theatre. I like to be taken on a journey not just listen to the same cliche phrase about love over and over again.

When i listen to music i want to be transported into The Lord of The Rings, feel like i’m walking through hills and through magical forests searching for my inner soul.

Witchy Idea

If you feel lost or confused in your identity make a sigil out of your name and charge it with memories of your experiences. This can also be used to symbolize yourself in other sigils as well as in spells and rituals.

Luke Hillestad (@lukehillestad)

Fruska gora, Novi Sad, Serbia by Dejan Zakic