Month: November 2014
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Dream Journal: 2014-11-21.02
I have been up since one in the god damn morning. Not because of the delightful thunderstorm that shook the foundations of the house overnight. No, that was a lullaby for me. Because the other occupants of the house had lost their everlasting mind upon being reminded just how loud weather can be for the…
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Dream Journal: 2014-11-21.01
In the House of [the Moon], I submit a formal petition to the [Lord of the Moon]. To his annoyed chagrin, the [Lord of the Sun] enters to join the proceedings. Me: “I’m filing this petition for [Action]. I request that it be approved for [these reasons that are a mix of logical reasoning and…
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Dream Journal: 2014-11-19.01
The mists part as I start to come to awareness. Dressed in Traveling clothes, I recognize I am dreaming the moment I open my eyes. How else could I explain the wall of glass before me. On my side of the glass was swirling wisps of shadows and drifting tendrils of darkness. From such stuff…
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Ares: The Opera Singer
Ares the opera singer paces his training for maximum effect. He does not push his voice to reach the notes at the edge of his skill at first, but instead trains his lungs for endurance and stamina by practicing holding low notes and learning how to control his diaphragm. Ares the opera singer does not…
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Dream Journal: 2014-11-17.01
Not feeling good today, so I went to lay down to take a nap. A last second impulse snatched the rosary from its bag as I passed it in the room. I didn’t realize I had grabbed it until I literally slapped myself in the face with it as I adjusted the eyeshield. (Years of…
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Dream Journal: 2014-11-15.03
“That will protect you from the Angry Dead.” The old man spoke enough Spanish that I could pick out his intentions between the broken conjugations. Funny how he used a native term for the Angry Dead, yet I understood it just the same.
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Dream Journal: 2014-11-15.02
I closed my eyes for five hot seconds… I’m watching myself going through some motions in the bathroom. I have a travel-size spray bottle half filled with water. I’m holding it over the bathroom sink, also filled with water. On the counter is a box of matches, a fresh basil leaf, and a bottle of…
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Dream Journal: 2014-11-15.01
Nothing he allows me to see is by accident. Everything is placed for maximum effect. The couch is nine feet long, but he makes it look like a snug loveseat for two. The glass coffee table between us appears fragile and barely able to hold the weight of the glass top. I’m sure if he…
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Dream Journal: 2014-11-12.01
I hear chanting. I wonder if someone fell asleep with the television on again as I recognize the stereotypical drumming and singing that is supposed to signify the presence of First Nations peoples. Great. Another Get’Em Cowboy movie. I’m considering if blowing the power to the house to silence the steady influx of warped nostalgia…
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Dream Journal: 2014-11-11.01
So yesterday was not a good day, and while I was much comforted by the presence of friends and amused by Sec’s not-quite stand up routine, I still went to bed in a shanking mood. I dreamt I was sitting on an outcrop of rocks overlooking a still lake. Still pissy, I was throwing pebbles…