Untitled blog post. Because my brain cannot brain. Son brought home a nasty cold, and it’s turned into a head cold for yours truely.
I cannot use cold meds due to the pregnancy. I’m left with water, honey and garlic and rest. Sleep does not come easy these days, and I’m up constantly in the night.
A hidden benefit to the constant waking, is remembering fragments of the dreams. The dreams haven’t made much sense. But it’s been interesting. One fragment was going into a quick-e-mart, and picking out a chocolate bar named Loki. Another was a chat with my aunt, and she had the Snaptun Stone in her attic. I asked if I could have it, and that was the end of that dream.
Last night’s dream fragment, I was in a metal works basement. Lots of rusty things, broken metal peices. I saw a sheet of brownish red metal, with a squirrel shape cut out of it. I said out loud ‘Ratatoskr, goodness it looks like Him’ and I woke up.
………..I’ve never seen, associated, or acknolwedged anything in Ratatoskr’s regard beyond reading lore, and the occaisional image of Yggdrasil with Him running along it.
It makes sense to dream of Loki, He’s constantly on my mind. Ratatoskr is random. Random as random can be.
Side note, my c-section has been scheduled for Nov 11. (This is not open for discussion on birth methods etc. It is medically my only option. The end). November 11th is the date my paternal grandmother passed on, in 2008. I’ve had many dreams of her over the last months. I think there is a reason for her visits, and a reason baby girl will come that day. (If she does not show up sooner, I firmly believe babies choose to be born on specific dates for whatever their life’s work is meant to unfold.)