I had a dream. I was in a library; there was a large red Russian savannah cat on the table who didn't really want to be petted. I was looking up a type of small creature, or spirit, with a name similar to 'Wendyweather'. This was corrupted from another language where it meant 'One who goes along'. Wendyweathers facilitated dimensional travel. It was supposed to originally be from a Madeleine L'Engel book, where a group of strange people show up and tell a girl, 'We are looking for a Wendyweather.' Well, that's her family's surname, and now you know why they wanted one, and where the surname came from. It had been in their bloodline for generations, and they didn't know. There were pages of other instructions for dimensional travellers, like at one point you would be asked what you wanted, and you could respond with the name of a god. If you said 'Faistlin', you just wanted a safe place to rest. That was presumably the first one in the list for a reason.
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