oloriel | The Mayans were just counting down to the Hobbit movie---

It's snowing, which Felix finds utterly fascinating to watch; however, he is very mistrustful about that new white carpet, and doesn't dare touch it or step on it.
Yesterday, he met Supermarket Santa Clause, of whom he was also mistrustful, turning away and going "nah!". Before grabbing the tangerine Santy was offering. :P

This night, I had the weirdest dream I remember having had in a long time. It was like, a postmodern Valar apocalypse thriller movie directed by Terry Pratchett or something. Actually pretty cool, but seriously, seriously weird. I got pulled into the whole weirdness thing because a) we were having dinner in Postmodern Vairë's Restaurant or something and my dead uncle was there, too, and nobody seemed to find that strange at all; and b) I stole a fleece from Postmodern Yavanna's cows. (They were like Galloways. Would you shear Galloways? Look, I don't know, I only dreamt that shit.) Then I kind of took part in a Postmodern Valarin music hall show which would've been cool if I hadn't known at that point who they were and what powers they had. I also knew I had to do something to prevent the postmodern Valar apocalypse, but beats me what that was. Oh, also, Nessa was like Delirium from the Sandman graphic novels? I think she was on my side. Ah, subconscious, what are you doing.

Gotta shovel snow. Back laters!