I had a particularly interesting dream last night, about gods and mortals and a sort of blend of ancient and modern life. So, apparently I had decided to write my novel as if it was written by Odin, and Annie's adventures were just some sort of side plot. I don't know how that was supposed to work, but Odin was now a major character. (I don't think he's mentioned anywhere in the novel, but Loki gets a cameo.) At one point, I was seeing things sort of from his perspective, and sometimes from the outside. The perspective shifted a lot, and this is common in my dreams. I was in this grocery store with my dad, and we were picking out food. On the other side of the store, it connected to this big bar/lounge area, where everything was red. The place was mostly empty, and Odin was sitting alone at a table near one corner, and I saw things from his perspective. For some reason, he wasn't missing an eye, but he was somewhat lame in one leg and was talking about how he got around. He had some sort of walker device at home, but he had this interesting cane with him. I guess the handle was some sort of gun, and the cane had this telescoping thing where it could expand from about a foot long to several feet long. At the end of the telescoping part was a 6-inch dagger, sheathed and latched. I thought the cane was pretty awesome, and I kinda wanted one.
Then I was outside by the edge of a Viking village. A teenage girl was there, and she was Odin's daughter. She was around 14 or so and had blond hair. She kind of looked like Astrid from "How to Train Your Dragon." I'm not sure what she was doing, but I kept switching from my perspective to hers, and then I realized the place where I had met Odin was a Viking bar, and I thought that was awesome and wanted to go back.
I'm not sure what that was all about, but I always think it's neat when the gods infiltrate my dreams. Happy Beltane, folks.