Do you remember the first time you realized you could actively control what you thought about before bed? Is that a weird statement? Or maybe it was the first time I understood the difference between fantasy and reality. I remember experiencing the need to escape from things... but can't recall the cause. But I remember the night, maybe I was actually lucid dreaming. I couldn't decide what I was supposed to fantasize about so I thought of a big open field with butterflies... and yes, unicorns. Though it was more of a white horse than an actual unicorn. And I think we could fly, so perhaps more like a Pegasus. Or wait, isn't there a different name for the ones with horns? {note: google this later during the re-read}Interesting, because my grown up fantasy place is also a field. Not the same one, but outdoors. No unicorns or white horses, though there are goats. I blame it on the part in one of the Jamie + Claire books where this ...disturbed, woman had raised goats and they took them to Brownsville I think it was, along with the baby illegitimate baby the ...disturbed woman, had birthed. I know that story as if it was actual history. Same with Harry Potter. In fact, I know Harry Potter so well I occasionally get HP lore mixed up with real life. Though realistically I'm pretty far behind I haven't seen any of the new movies. Hm.. I should play that game today.
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