Since I offer him libations of wine before sleep*, Hermès starts to send me dreams. Yesterday in the last one, I was talking about thoughts with a former philosophy professor:
''Thoughts are organic matter, that's why we cannot...'' I don't remember the end of the sentence, but I'm quite happy - I rarely remember my dreams. This one was about the limits of rational mind I think.
In the first dream, I got robbed.
So, psychological effect or not, this exchange was very rewarding. Thank you Hermès !
(* A historical practice with Hermes to have good dreams, cant remember the source)












