Sweven

20th - Barely slept. No recall.

21st

Snow Rolling
Night is deep, endlessly dark. He steps slow, footprints smothering my own in the snow. Every so often a war cry howls... then the hiss of an arrow far too close to an ear. I can run but but never outrun him. Fall backward into the drifts and roll under depths of the snow. Roll softly. Roll sightless. Enjoy the false security of faux escape.

Trainings
She is Dachshund. Short legs. Short leash. We say her name as a sneeze. She is mine to train. Here and there she whips wild, rolling and whimpering. Simply wait until she simmers down. Return to training. Somehow she is now a kitten. She is still Dachshund. She is leash-less and allowed to play through the house.

Two other dreams I can't record because I can't read the scribbly handwriting.

Frag: Something about Jason Brant on youtube




Team Robot - Spring Competition