I only remember fragments of last night's dream; this is what I scrawled down on a post-it note before going back to sleep early this morning:
"Several black sphinx cats with green eyes; they gathered and one licked my hand. Wind everywhere, wind that felt like a whip-- low black bubbling clouds-- possible death, a group of people half known half unknown, a test or thing to be endured in order to transform- like this lady who was looming there-- powerful, mute, feral-- had large machinelike animals and animallike machines she rides-- she chose me; she sent the wind to collect me."
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