The Practical Pixie
Okay, so this is going to be grotesquely abbreviated. Partly because it was Monday’s dream and I’ve forgotten most of it. Partly because piecing it back together full form would give us a short form fairy tale. (Pun intended... ••• Basically the existentialism reared all its theoretical heads again when I ended up on a deserted island that was home of a patron fairy. Legend had taken to calling it “Tinker Bell Island.” There were a couple other explorers there and we got excited when we started finding rocks with a metallic glitter swirl. Supposedly it meant magic was near or the fairy would visit soon. Some people were wary about keeping them though, thinking it might be in bad form to take them off the island without the fairy’s consent. Almost at the end of the dream she shows up. One second she’s not there, then she is. Definitely not Tinker Bell. What I instantly notice is she was a peppermint fairy. Her appearance would shift a couple times from having long lea...