Last night, I got quite drunk off this strawberry moonshine, and had some incredible loving.
Then, this morning, I woke up with a killer hangover (possible ‘bangover’, too.)
My gods, the nausea, the headache was almost too much to bear. Almost.
I think that I might have been grateful to go back to bed once the MS got up for work at 8:00AM.
Oddly enough, it seemed that I may have still been drunk (or still feeling the effect of my drunkeness) because I definitely remember stumbling into the bathroom around 6:00AM. (My pre-disposition to kidney stones has made it so if I have to go, it is painfully uncomfortable if I do not.)
(All I can say is that things still looked/felt wobbly and hazy, which is unusual. It’s not as if I had that much.)
Right then I felt as if I was sweating out -my body temperature felt abnormally high, and I felt as if I had taken a ten-minute afternoon vacation to Panama at the height of summer.
And even though I don’t know how I did it, I vaguely recollect that I checked in on my kid and I did somehow get Loki a cup of coffee.
Then I remember drinking two large glasses of water and then collapsing on the couch in my living room….and I’m not ashamed to admit that that couch suddenly felt like the coolest side of every pillow ever.
I woke up to go to the bathroom again at some point, drank more water, and then I must’ve climbed into bed in my bedroom. I don’t remember going to the bedroom again, nor do I remember seeing my MS get up to go to work, but he obviously went to work.
What followed after 8:00 AM featured some very vivid hangover fever-dreams, complete with changing positions often because I kept waking up to find myself completely entangled in the bedsheets.
Meanwhile, I think that it is safe to assume that these dreams weren’t entirely unpleasant because I do remember talking to Loki somewhat, and there was a lot of trance-talk combined with a lot of sensually triggering imagery and sensation. There was much intensity and even more conversation over some specifically detailed philosophical concepts, and I think that the dream-Loki thought it was all very amusing.
I woke up several times, very much aware of my own liminally-aroused state, and often well-aware that I had been talking and reacting loudly enough to wake myself up O.o
(While this is not something that I didn’t know, I still felt an embarrassed sort of shame that I was being so…noisy.)
So, in short, my oddly self-aware yet half-drunken state led to a philosophical sex-magickal interaction between Loki and I.
I gather that He and I talked about other topics too, as I found out later that I had confused a conversation that I’d had with V last night about plans for the weekend with a conversation that I’d obviously had with Loki this morning.
Case in point, I seemed to have thought that V and I had had a conversation about smoking* last night because I remember talking about how I’d wanted to smoke and V was the person that I distinctly remember talking to about that.
And in that remembered conversation, I remember that V had teased me about hiding my stash and even jokingly admonished me for holding out on him, because didn’t I know how much he enjoyed smoking with me?
So I thought/remembered that V was insisting that we should smoke last night to celebrate the ending of the month.
But when I asked V later this morning why he wanted to smoke last night – a weekday night – when he usually insists upon waiting until the weekend–
V just looked at me blankly, and said,
“We can smoke if you want — but I don’t think that we talked about that at all – last night, or ever.”
So. I guess that this means that Loki is back to borrowing V’s face and form to convey Himself in dreams…as my husband.
And so I imagine that that means Loki wants me to smoke with Him in celebration of the end of the month.
Though, to note, usually Loki isn’t that obvious in His directives to me. Or rather, He hasn’t been so direct with me in quite a while.
Nonetheless, the point is taken.
Hail to Loki, Who is not above borrowing mundane faces ❤
*(And P.S.A: Lay off the strawberry moonshine, kids! And quite possibly, the dream-discussion of entheogens…)