Month: August 2014

Dreamt someone trying to be bitchy, tracked me down to one of my public camping spots and handed me an angel themed tarot deck. While they stood there gloating about the levels of horror and cognitive dissonance I was sure to be experiencing, I thumbed through the cards passively. The box said it was a…

Dreamt I was asked to play someone else’s immersive video game through “the boring parts” while they went off and did something more engaging. Before I could decline I was jacked in. One escort quest (ugh) and one Gather All The Things quest later, the game took a sudden turn.

If I seem more surly than usual today, it’s because I dreamt I attended a Tumblr Wixen Meetup, and all the folks that had seen me via webcam, or were regular chatters that knew about my ethnicities, were pulling me along and introducing me to their acquaintances as: “That black woman I told you about.”

“Ladies!” The two girls stopped touching each other and looked up at me from their desks. “You may explore each others body after class not during! Do I have to change your schedule or can you refrain from finding all the fun spots for another hour?”

Doubt manifests as devouring panes of glass in Weaver’s body. This is followed up by K being a pain in the ass at the terrace.4,300 words.

“Don’t call up what you can’t put down.” Usually that is good advice. Circumstances vary, though, and sometimes you have to do the very thing you were told not to do because if you don’t, worse things happen.