Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths

  • Dream Journal: 2012-11-28.02

    So, what was so pressing that I let Nathaniel slide another day? You can take the girl out of the service, but you can’t take the service out of the girl. I had a delivery to make. I was amused to find I still had a certain uniform for Courier mode. But with the uniform…

  • Dream Journal: 2012-11-28.01

    Sir Nathaniel tried to gloat last night. I didn’t hear a single word he said. Instead, I noted his spider body legs had changed in color. From the beginning, his tarantula legs has been a vividly intense orange. (His decapitated head is the spider “body” he hides under the top hat.) When he returned, his…

  • Dream Journal: 2012-11-27.01

    My dog is scheduled to be put down today. It’s been awhile coming but the dog’s legal owner couldn’t face it until now. I’m prepared. And breathing a sigh of relief he will no longer be in pain. Sir Nathaniel came home last night. “Now you’ll know what it is to be abandoned.”

  • Ask Keri: Assorted Questions

    So, that thing that was fifth in priority has been bumped up to first because I’ve become careless. What thing? Never you mind. Nothing to see here. Sir Nathaniel is still gone. After some insight from a friend, I’m going to just chill and wait to see what happens. Cleaning out the inbox and consolidating…

  • Dream Journal: 2012-11-25.02

    Ran into a face I haven’t seen for over a year. To be truthful, I forgot all about kir, even though ke is the one that inspired me to seek out gender-neutral pronouns in the first place. “Well. Hello there, Raven. To what do I owe this honor? And how deep is the shit I’ve…

  • Dream Journal: 2012-11-25.01

    I went to the lair to jump on the Incomplete pile. Some things were changed. Some things were scrapped. And a few were placed in the queue. Closing my eyes for five hot seconds meant dropping into deeper sleep. I lost track of the number of scenes, but they all had the same theme:

  • Dream Journal: 2012-11-24.01

    Went to the lair, put the coffee on, brought some pan de leche to go with, sat down with a stack of papers and began figuring some stuff out. Opened my eyes to find myself slumped over the table where I had fallen asleep. Two stacks of papers, one labeled “Incomplete”, the other labeled “Deploy…

  • Dream Journal: 2012-11-23.01

    There is a difference between remembering and reliving. The house taught that to me this morning. Benefé (aka Jack aka Head In Chest) would be there when I wake up in the morning. He would often hold my hand in comfort before I ran off for the day. I remembered the experience vividly. But I did…

  • Dream Journal: 2012-11-22.01

    I had a meltdown this morning. The holidays are painful for me. Today is Day One of Thirty Five days of begging for death. The day started off with a fantastic start, being reminded my mother wanted to kill me when I was born. Wrong color. Wrong gender. Among other things. (Today is not my…

  • It’s Bad

    “Bad” I said, for bad it is. ‘Tis plain for all to see. While others stood and hemmed and hawwed, I stood and left it be. “Bad” They said, for bad it is. There is no room for doubt. While they backed away from it, not sure what it’s about. “Bad” They said, and left…

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