June 29, 2016

Arachne Dreams

I've nearly lost it, so I'll get it down now.

I'm writing this on Tuesday night. Don't know when I'll have time to post it.

Today and tomorrow are the Arachneia of the Starry Bull, the festival of Arachne. Yesterday, leaving the house to go to my first day of classes, I found a tiny spider on the thinnest of filaments stretched across my front doorway, and took it as a good omen. This morning, I woke up from dreams of spider themed parties and a movie-Romany woman in a big bed in a ruined house chanting "Araneia, Araneia" at me (arane being French for spider. I think). I tried to remember as much of it as I could, but I had to rush out the door for my longest day of the week, and couldn't manage to write any of it down until now.

And now I'm still too tired to do anything for the festival. I need to shower and get to bed. Perhaps something tomorrow, when I've had a shorter day and don't have to get up as early...