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...
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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 leafy green hair and looking kind of serious to extra curly peppermint red and white ringlets and looking much more like a cartoon.

After confirming this was in fact her island I asked if we could take some of the rocks.

Her response. “Oh those are just store bought. Mostly for tourists.”

“...Okay well that’s one way to kill the mood.”

I didn’t say that. Partly because I still (now embarrassingly) wanted a swirly rock. They were cool rocks! Even if she was getting them at Toys R Us or wherever this fairy lady was doing her shopping. (And my follow-up unspoken question was in fact where was this fairy lady doing her shopping?)
Then the fairy goes on explaining how everything is either a gimmick or has a scientific explanation. So, so much for letting the irony slide under the radar.

Now I meanwhile, -the human -am trying to find something that is actually magic and throwing various events and circumstances back at her. I even noticed her appearance had suddenly flipped with no explanation and I didn’t see it happen.

I didn’t get the chance to point that one out but it is not lost on me that I’m arguing with a fairy who doesn’t believe in magic.

That was my final point.

“But I mean YOU are magic aren’t you? You just showed up! You did just appear out of nowhere right?”

She quails the tiniest bit at that but not much. I even remember her filing her nails at this point in the conversation. (Infuriating.) “Well yes technically but even that’s not exactly what you’re looking for. There is an explanation for everything.”

I wake up.

I the (barely) human who does believe in magic might think that was a very avant-garde fairy trying to dissuade people from searching for her island.

The fairy who doesn’t believe in magic of any sort would be over here telling me it was just a dream and she doesn’t even exist.

Ergo- this existentialist is awake tonight.

©️~Belle Emilie Gold
19th February 2020