There's a light in my arms/I will carry you/we will carry you/No tears for you now

[eredien]

That was the refrain of the poem/symphony I just finished conducting in a baroque space station which, as far as I can tell, was holding an interdimensional interspecies gathering of "womenidentified beings who'd done things worthy of note in the larger cosmos time scale." It was very affirming and beautiful. It was also scary. When I woke up I genuinely thought I was still on a spaceship. I also thought I was missing an arm. Need to add coping mechanism to preexisting dream toolkit. Goodnight.

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[sovay]

It was very affirming and beautiful. It was also scary.

Story?

(When you are feeling a lot better?)