Skin and Dreams

[brightrosefox]

I keep waking up with cracked red skin on my hands and fingers. It's like my dreams are filling me up too much and my body needs some way to purge the random excess, so it makes careful slits in my skin and bleeds it all out.
That, or my skin is drying out too easily at night and I need to moisturize more intensely before going to bed. (Simple enough. I keep little jars and bottles of superfruit butters and serums on the dresser for just such an occasion.)
I like my first theory better. It sounds like a Story.
My dreams lately have dragged me under and hurled me along at sudden and surprising speeds. Dreams of traveling the universe on boats and trains and airplanes and spaceships. Dreams of being a solitary sword-wielding psychic warrior's illegitimate daughter. Dreams of flying in every manner of substance beyond air. Dreams of being away from my body and feeling more free than I have ever felt. Dreams of dying and returning altered. Dreams of sucking light into my skin and radiating it out so that ghosts and spirits and otherwordly creatures can find me (actually I do that naturally, which is why Adam doesn't let me into psychically heavy places without shields).
The mind is a strange, sweet thing.

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[crankles.livejournal.com]

I love dreams--yours sound wonderful. Mine have decreased lately due to poor sleep, so I'm working on getting better quality rest.