Sometimes I like to pretend that your veins have no end and I can drive through them

[sovay]

Early in the morning, I dreamed of having to stop a dragon sacrifice; it was a white dragon and related to the Matter of Britain, but not in the fashion of Merlin's dream. In the last dream I can remember before I got up, I was in a shell-hole waiting for a direct hit. I can see how this image evolved out of both recent media and current events, but it feels a little unnecessarily on the nose. I am intrigued that my brain cast me as a combat medic when I spent so much of the weekend trying to get hold of doctors; maybe it just thinks it would be more efficient. The substance of the last few days is that I am not in good shape and it is not fun.

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[sovay]

While I am not a fan of the substance of your last few days and wish I could bolster you somehow, I will say I see a lot of the combat medic in you generally.

*hugs*

You were in one of my dreams last night -- the usual, consistent dream -- weirdly. Even given the usual circumstances, I think we were having a better time than a couple combat medics.

Good for us, under the circumstances. We should have a better time in better circumstances, too.