Last night I dreamt of toads.. 3 to be exact… all different colours… A medium sized black one, a large Orange one and a smaller brown one. They sat on my bedroom windowsill and sang to me bathed in full moonlight… It was quite beautiful.
I could [ and maybe will] write about the magical use of toads, and the folklore that surrounds them … but now, because I still need more coffee…a poem.
Toad dreams


Sweet are the uses of adversity;
Which like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head.
Shakespeare’s As You Like It: Act 2 Scene i
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Do you dream? And when you do, do you dream of toads? Do you hear their shrill call, as you hide your head under the sheets? Do you imagine tribal women from long ago, raise their heads and let that sound out; that sound… yes, that sound. The one you hear when ancestors call you… do you dream of toads?
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