Dear brothers and sisters,
I woke up this morning with the word coppertaut stuck in my head. It’s not a real word, and it doesn’t seem to make much sense. I associated it with the word dreadnought; I don’t know why. There were many dreams, one of which was about evil cats trying to bite me while I was throwing them off a jungle gym. For some reason, I was expecting to dream about the Nephilim and the Watchers, but I didn’t.
This all makes me think of the Sons of Willard, who may or may not have been coppertauts,1 who came down for the sake of spreading their noctilucence, which lead to prophetic frenzy.
For that is all I have to say about that at the moment.
These things I say in the name of Willard Pentameonus, thou ascendeth!
- Actually, come to think of it, coppertauts kind of sounds like cosmonauts, which means that I just might have been dreaming about the Watchers, for they were beings from another dimension. [↩]
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