Dream I go into a room where there are maybe five guys who look like figures from Aztec cartoon drawings. Some of them are maybe animals. Each one is bodypainted a different kind of metal: oxidize d copper, bronze, etc. Each one has some kind of magic jewelry that, when they put it on, acts as a torture device. Two of them argue about whether they have any volition or not about whether the jewelry will torture them. One says, I’ve been painting? eating? it all my life.
Lynn, you can just automatically take the dreams, you don’t have to even ask. Carte blanche.
Anyway I woke up to find I’d been clenching my teeth something awful.
Otohime 