Epic dream last night. The myth is rearranging itself. I cannot remember anything but the end. I cause something to shatter and the glass disks, like contact lenses rip through the air. Two slip into the queen’s eyes and sever them. One eye, blueish, pops out onto the grass. The other is mostly severed, but hangs on by a thread. And though I’d done this intentionally, it wasn’t rathful, and I felt her pain and loss.

I approached and talked with her, and she asked me to pick up the blue eye on the ground and place it in a jar. Then we decided to pull out the green eye (her right) and also put it in the jar.

It was at this point that I realized that the characters in the internal unconscious kingdom were changing. I felt the dream for what it was, and woke up.