Owls woke to tell the time to all of those who listen

[sovay]

Last night's dreams, clearly Goya-influenced: right as I was falling asleep, a vivid blink of a great country house at night; the sense of the sea somewhere near or behind it. Small owl-masked figures were moving on the lawn, not dancing, exactly, but moving in concerted patterns, silently, swooping, spinning. It was not possible to see whether, behind their masks, their faces were human.

Later, after I had woken and fallen asleep again, I don't know where the bakeneko on the fringe theater tour came from.

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[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

I was saying that it reminded me of this, that you posted some years ago!