orichalcum

So, last night, I dreamed I got a package in the mail, addressed to me and Mac, with no return address. Inside, well packaged, was another, smaller box, addressed to hca and her fiance. I opened it, thinking maybe it was a reused box or something, and went through several more layers of packaging before eventually finding a small white lambskin bag. Inside the bag, there was a Victorian electrum pocket watch, inlaid with elaborate Celtic gold and silver designs. When you turned some of the many dials, moving scenes from the past appeared, like a street in 1890's London or a medieval meadow, although never with any people in them. I was torn about what to do; I saw no reason why I should be given such a thing, and thought it was probably meant to go to HCA and R., maybe as a wedding present. Maybe it was from them, but although they're great folks, it's hard to imagine them giving me a semi-magical antique electrum pocket watch as a spur-of-the-moment thing. I vaguely "remembered" having posted on hca's LJ at some point about liking pocket watches, but really, it seemed a bit extravagant. Finally, I resolved to call hca and ask if she knew anybody who might have been intending to give her such a thing. Then I woke up.