Tag: Nagalands
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Dream Journal: 2015-08-25.01
It was supposed to be a nice relaxing evening. A lazy one, where I could just close my eyes and float without getting entangled in any otherworld politics or having unexpected guests drop by. So when I felt the first tugs from a place I had not visited in a long while, I was intrigued,…
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Dream Journal: 2013-05-27.02
Restless again. In the Nagalands again. The flowers still adorn the boulder, but they are faded and wilting. A breeze stirs around me, dense with the promise of sweeping the flowers off so I may have a place to sit. I shake my head and scoot a nudged flower back in place. So much in…
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Dream Journal: 2013-05-20.01
I sat in the lair for most of the night. Snake had gone off to start some shit attend to private matters. I had already resolved to go alone back to the Path of Vau, even leaving the beads behind. He and the beads had helped me recover, but I felt I was at risk…
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Dream Journal: 2012-11-14.01
“Are we going to fight about this?” Fifty feet of prepared muscles crossed over my legs and circled me. “No, Snake, we’re not. I’m too tired. It’s been a day.” As he moves, I rest a hand on him so his scales slide under my palm. Snake gently coiled around me on the pallet. “Good.”…
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Dream Journal: 2012-10-27.01
The Nagalands. Deeply red and gasping orange leaves fall gently around me. The low clouds obscure the canopy. It’s chilly but I am not cold. I’m on the rough worn trail that leads to the granite boulder. I can hear the swelling river nearby. Other than the leaves, there is no movement. I appear to…
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Dream Journal: 2012-09-22.01
I fell asleep in my bed, and woke up on Snake’s back. He was moving through an old forest. One I used to come to often. When she went away, the season finally changed, and the cold rains began. It’s been raining here for four human years. The rain didn’t bother me. Knowing I would…