Tag: shambling

  • Dream Journal: 2016-07-30.01

    I walked into a private back room of a someplace bar expecting to catch up with some esoteric friends for beer and/or shenanigans. (Beer optional. Shenanigans required.) They had a tagalong in the form of a Me Too guy who wanted to catapult himself into the upper echelon of our not-a-coven gatherings. He identified me…

  • Dream Journal: 2016-06-19.01

    It starts in a nightclub with Harlequin who says “Remember that one time you…” and recites a dream I had regarding a Tumblrite (though that dream was publicized with his permission, I’m kinda anxious naming it here for some reason).

  • Dream Journal: 2015-10-18.01

    The Shamblings understood. Only they didn’t call it “ingwaz” or “sacrifice” or any of those high-crowned words that would spawn a thousand tweets of faux philosophy and/or ad hominem insults.

  • Dream Journal: 2015-10-14.02

    Step Over Yonder with full intention of Gettin’ Shit Done (fuck yea). God, it felt good to fledge out again. I’m gonna take the sky. A hop, skip and three good flaps should grant me enough oomph to go rawr. Well, it would. Except for the pillars of mud that have reached up from the…

  • Dream Journal: 2014-03-27.01

    Keri is reminded about the Shamblings, and later as Weaver goes to visit them. Nothing happened and it was the best possible outcome.371 words.

  • Dream Journal: 2012-08-25.01

    Sorry folks, no nighttime dream adventures to regale you with. It’s all muddy. No, really. I was covered in mud, stuck fast in a mud hole, and surrounded by mud as far as I could see. Which wasn’t far because mud is hard to look through, you know. I heard sounds bounce off trees, but…

  • Dream Journal: 2012-08-13.01

    What the fuck is this shit? This is because I’m starting to see clearer in the other realms that layer over my house, isn’t it. If I wasn’t already nuts, I’d be a squirrel cache by now.

  • Dream Journal: 2012-08-10.01

    Much of the night’s dream was spent in that formless and colorful state again. I didn’t complain. Even though as I condensed back into a three-dimensional creature, most of what I experienced there was unable to be brought out with me. It’s like using pictures to describe running in a track. No matter how much…

  • Dream Journal: 2012-08-08.01

    Most of the night had me interrupted about every 20 minutes. Sleep eluded me. Finally I was able to sleep deep enough to dream, and stay sleep long enough to dream clear. I stumbled forward, unsure of where I was. The trees felt familiar. A cold campsite opens before me. Thick forest debris surrounds a…

  • To Serve Weaver

    Tumultuous. Yesterday starting from early afternoon was full of Fuck. I think I was having a series of mild fits. It slacked off a bit going into the evening, then snapped the throttle control when I went to bed for the night. Different plot lines were lived out simultaneously. If I tried to write everything…