“The older a wizard grows, the more silent he becomes, like a woody vine growing over time to choke a garden path, deep and full of moss and snakes, running everywhere, impenetrable.”
~ F.T. McKinstry, Crowharrow
Two nights ago I had a dream that was very realistic. I did what seemed like astral projection. I floated through the walls and up through the ceiling. I went up into the sky and through the atmosphere. I was floating in space and I saw shooting stars and constellations. Then, a magic walking stick appeared in my hand and I knew that I was a wizard. I discovered that I could use the wand to steer my way through the stars. This dream was very exhilarating and in the dream, I was the happiest I have been in years.