Wednesday night, I was visited in my sleep, in a lucid dream. My visitor was grand. She came into my room, not through the door, but appearing after the entrance. Walking slowly, her antlers scraped the ceiling. Pieces of the damaged surface paint fell at her feet and grew into baby deers. Licking their new bodies. Becoming to their new shape. She stops but the scraping sound continues as she stands at the foot of my bed holding her sceptre. Only one side of her is brightly visible where the half moonlight shined through my window. The dark edges of her detail on the other side were incomplete. I am sure she is Elen of the Ways. Is it weird that I am sleeping but watching her? Not at all.
The scraping noise stopped. She looked down at me as I sleep and this movement was like a call to the fabric of being. I rose upwards and realized I was blue and translucent. I looked behind me and my body was sleeping. She held her hand out to me and I reached for it. I suddenly felt myself pushed back into my body. I woke up and my cat Nicodemus was laying on my chest. He wouldn’t leave me, which is odd because he isn’t clingy. He put his weight on me. His purrs said, “Sleep.” It smelled like salt. The crashing of waves was in the distance fading.
I can see through the deer’s eyes as they frolic through the grass. I see the baby deer in a large brush, looking at his mother before they sleep under the moon. I now see through the deer’s eyes again. His mother says, “Sleep.”
