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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[thoughtsdriftby.livejournal.com]

Happy you seem much better. Thinking it would be fun to have a spaceship segment of the house to relax in. Reading this thinking you should send something to another on my friends list. She seeks.
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