Ravyn
I first met her in a dream. My Ravyn. We were walking, hand-in-hand, backs turned to me, the dreamer, and my nighttime dream eyes. We were talking, she and I. I loved her so much. The love permeated the dream state. I did not know, of course, that I was dreaming of her, of Ravyn and that this was not just some silly, fantastical, meaningless collection of images sprung from somewhere deep in my unconscious erupting into my subconscious while I was deep in r.e.m. Nope. This was not that at all. This was prophetic. Of course I was unaware of this then. At the time, approximately 28 years ago, I did not believe in such things as prophecy, vision questing, shamanic journeying, astral projection, soul groups and the like, let alone something so utterly insane as a spirit of one who has yet to be coming to me, communicating to me in my dreams. Unheard of! (my then younger self would have proclaimed, accompanied with a guffaw and snort of protest). Preposterous (there is the guffawing and snorting part).
