twilightpony | Snow On The Brain

The cold snap hasn't broken yet and I think the cold is influencing my dreams. I usually forget my dreams about as soon as I wake up by this one stood out. I dreamed of snow, light, fluffy snow, blowing in a cold breeze, with the musical tinkling sound of ice crystals knocking together. In my dream it was mesmerizing, but strange. I like snow, but in that dream it was like I couldn't think of anything else. I think my sleep wasn't restful because I've felt irritable all day.

The next In The Field Dinner (Griffonstone, Then And Now) is in two days but I've decided not to go. If attending these dinners means getting all dressed up in a new outfit each time, I think I'll pass. I prefer written, cross referenced and peer reviewed material anyway.