Mugwort and Lavender

1. Make Smudge

Everyone goes into different rooms, ground floor only. I just did something stupid that I don't want the others to see. But in that place too, people have to go. Later closing up. One of the ladies complains to Becr that he has given her a chicken bone, one of two. And so he deceived her, but if he did, it was not intended. And what's more, the bone is sacred to me and was in my house, which means that someone was in my house without my knowledge.

 

The woman complains that the bone is so have, but it is only the size of a finger.
When we leave those rooms, I am one of the first, many are lagging behind, everyone is taking it easy, this is when the workshop or whatever is over, but I want to hurry home, and rest. Some of the women are with me, just a few, the bulk is behind, as is Becr. I start saying goodbyes to everyone around me that I know, and some others say goodbye as well. Those I know better I hug, others a handshake. Some are left out, but I know it is not true (I try to say goodby to everyone).
I want to go home quickly, there are only a few guys, something something. Playing guitar, one of those guys, but a different instrument than I have ever seen. All the guys are already here, on the street, and being merry. One of the younger ones is playing the thing. Is a weird instrument, he plays it with the back of his hand so that he can use the inside of his hand or fingers in a second stroke, which means you can strike the instrument twice. Yellow, light brown, beige instrument. I'm intrigued. Later I try too.
Someone around asks me some more explanations about something. By then everyone has arrived and a second round of goodbyes starts, and I say goodbye again to those I had already seen too.
After that I go to my house, which is really close. And in that house are two chicken bones, like oracle bones, flat, and finger size, and side by side but not touching, by the window, in the front, is about the first thing you see when you come at the house if you know what to look for, lie both on the floor. There is some furniture on the left of those. Now I also see other things as if an altar by the bones. One of those things is a package with rice wafers.
After that I go outside again, there is a tree on a hill, which is behind my house, and I am in the shade, on the slope, and am preparing herbs and plants for a smudge. I want to make one from absinthe and I try many other herbs with it, maybe juniper, but there is also rice, and thick nuts that I don't know, maybe ginger too, it is all there on the grass, I spread it out. The rice is cooked, and there are two kinds, but I definitely put some of it in it.
I am totally engaged in the process, but the others who are about are up and walking and mostly with their minds wandering, although they all follow my example and start practicing making smudges. I make a very complicated one. And there is one girl present who is not allowed to do something particular, and that is the reason for something else, but I can't remember. Something something.
End of dream.

2. Lavender Smudge

I am at work somewhere, in a cafe in a corner (?). There is a school bench, but also a futon mattress. And if not sleeping can be done on the sofa. This is me I'm talking about, my place, and I'm alone, but I seem to have slept on the couch every night so far, since it is starting to wear, in such a way that it is bend, you can't sleep straight in it anymore. Deformed.
Some tables are put together, there is a laptop on one. On the side of the room, behind which is a sort of canyon or abyss, which means that I have to take care not to push the tables forward, or they will fall and I will lose what is on it. 

There is also a table behind me. And I work both at the table in front of me with the papers and the laptop and behind me, but I don't remember what is on it. I sit on the floor or stand.
At some point at the pc I notice a small casket, plastic, with diamonds in it. It must have been there the whole time. The box is open, and there are big diamonds and also rock crystals in it. And I am sure I was using these for whatever aspect of my work. What I am doing is mainly writing.
Someone, maybe Vebt, has via email sent me already a lot of texts, that she wrote, or maybe it was Krvh. The texts are about Germanic something something, for example of European peoples or of the Czech Republic. They are written in yellow, and I have read some already. And now two new texts have come in. I'll make time later.
Somewhat later a young mother and her daughter sit at one of my tables, she is allowed to because I think this is a pub, so I make room. Apparently she had not seen I was working on that utmost left table too, so I move my stuff, and she wants to leave, but I make clear that it is okay. So she sits down, and she has a soup with her that she eats, or shares with her daughter.
It was like this. My stuff was still there when she sat down, and I thought I should be considerate and move my stuff, but she does it already, which I think is impolite, because she should not touch any of it, but I have no strong feelings about it. Just the thought.
So I go to the other table, on the right side, which is by the window, something something.
This is another table than described earlier. And there I make a lavender smudge. As basis I use mugwort or absinthe anyway. And then I add the tops of lavender, and this is for dreaming.
Somewhere in the dream there is an intermezzo, out of the window I see Bale in the garden, she is preparing something totally different, for herself, which is a sand perch for children to play in, and behind it she has some kind of ramp and you can throw yourself off it and fall on the sand. There are two colours, the foundation is white sand, and on top is a hill of dark grey sand, maybe because it is wet. When she goes away for something, a fat young guy comes along and throws himself backward into the sand compound, and I think that it must hurt. And then another fat boy comes and does the same and I can't imagine why. But this too is okay.