Realization

while my mind was wandering

8 years ago I had a dream where I was in England in a coffee shop...

I met this red haired woman

we really hit it off

like, really hit it off!

the evening came to an end, and we had to leave the coffee shop

I remember talking to her

saying stuff about seeing her again

that I had too

she seemed really sad and concerned

saying that she couldn't

she looked me in the eyes with a downtrodden face

I think I was holding her arm, trying not to get her to leave

she said that she couldnt see me again

and when she told me that

suddenly I knew why

she was a God

an old, forgotten one

and old Scottish deity of lore and legend

from back before there was a "Scotland" as we know it

why am I telling you this story?

my mind was wandering about narrative

and wanting to write one about Viking Suicide

involving back alley ways and cemetery's in England

which seemed dream like and silly

so then what if I write a dream narrative?

then the connection snapped in my head

between this Scottish god of my dream and Viking

That dream all those years ago got me into reading Neil Gaiman. American Gods, to be precise. A book about forgotten gods.

We're gonna get married. She just doesn't know it yet. :P ;)