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dreamworld snippet ~ November 14, 2006 - 9:54 p.m. the piece of dream I woke up with: I pulled my dagger out of its sheath, and there was food smeared all over the blade. I thought for a moment it was blood, but it was some kind of red fruit or red sauce. I was a bit upset, and I turned to him and said that if he was going to use my dagger for eating, could he please be sure to clean it off before putting it back in the sheath. (it reminded me of one of the books in the chronicles of narnia, when prince caspian taught one of the boys to always clean the blood off his sword before putting it back in its sheath.) it was a gorgeous dagger, with a hooked tip, and the sheath was really beautifully made, with celtic designs stamped in the leather. when I woke up, it took me a moment to remember that I don't actually own such a thing, and then to wish I did. a random snippet of the dreamworld.
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