Month: October 2014

It’s a dream, but not filing this as a Weaver dream. More like an expression of my subconscious that I’m dodging because sometimes fuck maturity. I’m in a place of complete darkness, held fast by a multitude of hands that I can only feel. The entity of those hands can not make sound, and I…

I walked with a black wolf so huge, my head didn’t even come up to its shoulder. We walked side by side through an old growth forest along a path that was forgotten by the extinct but remembered by the trees.

I closed my eyes for five hot seconds… I was [in a certain place] that I thought was the domain of [this guy] but was quickly corrected by [the monarch] who ruled here. [They] wanted my attention. Formally. No more passing notes in the night or allowing others to drop hints. I’m here. [They’re] here.…

I spent the entire night sitting at a campfire that was more glowing embers than actual flame. Directly across from me was… me. A different me, but me just the same. She had long dreaded hair that was packed with mud. She was naked and covered in mud. The markings made by the mud kept…

Dreamt I stood on the edge of a cliff overlooking a bottomless and unfathomable abyss. I held a black tarot deck in my hands. Laughing, I threw the unbound cards into the darkness. I watched the cards separate and flutter down out of sight.

It’s a parade! Everyone loves parades! I’m sitting in a reclining beach chair watching a line of Roman Catholic saints walk past. I recognize so very few of them, and know the names of even less. I’m not upset to see them. Something about their devotion to their cause is uplifting.