Offerings

Still on vacation. No big episodes of sleepwalking, and my phone always seems to be lost right before bed, which is probably for the best.

One thing I did last night: I woke up in Alisha's house, sitting up in bed. Sitting on my right palm was a box of tissues. Sitting on my left palm was a book. I was holding them out in front of me like an offering.

Also, I dreamed that I was flying around in the countryside (peter-pan style), and spotted an apple farm. I was hungry so I swept down and stole some apples and flew away eating them. I looked back to see the farmer standing next to the apple tree. He was very tall, almost 7 feet. He wore an outfit that was somewhere between farmer and turn-of-the-century gentleman. He was staring at me with an extreme intensity. I saw him grab an apple and hold it out in front of him. With his other hand he poured a liquid over it from a blue glass bottle. I looked down and the apple I was eating was becoming saturated with liquid.
That's odd, I thought. But I took a bite anyway.
I immediately started to shrink. As I became smaller and smaller, I was losing altitude. The wind resistance was all wrong, and I couldn't stay in the air. I crash landed. I was about seven inches tall.
I made my long and dangerous way back to the farm, almost getting eaten by a coyote in the process. It turned out that the farmer was also a voodoo priest. He told me that I could work off my debt by working on his farm in my currant state for one year. Then he would restore me to my true size.