Friday night I dreamt of snakes. As in, I was wearing them like a skirt, slithering over the lower half of my body, up my arms and around my neck. It was fuckin' cool and also kinda creepy.
I attributed this dream to my allergy medicine, which I firmly believe moonlights as Flying Ointment.
This morning Evn called to tell me about his new pet snake. He met this snake on Friday. The snake's name is Inanna Dentata. I'll be meeting this snake in February.
In my email this morning, there was a note from Trothwy quoting a passage on The Witch of Forest Grove's blog which mentioned my namesake and his connection to snakes.
I'm not usually one to chase after omens, but this is too weird to ignore.
We did a thing!
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