Tag: The Old Man
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Dream Journal: 2016-10-11.01
He poured the tea with deliberate slowness. The laminar flow of tea into the cup contrasted neatly with the gentle swirls rolling the surface of the tea in the cup. Both motions were framed expertly by the stillness of the cup itself and the placement of the spoon beside the saucer. He waited for the…
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Dream Journal: 2016-07-22.01
I dreamt I helped many people find their proper doors and pass through them, but I could not find mine.
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Dream Journal: 2016-05-13.01
Dreamt of having a long sit-down with the Bookstore Proprietor (The Old Man) about yesterday’s vision and the implications of it. We discussed my relationship with (Merciful Mother) Mary, the kennings I know her by, and the contradictory experiences I have had with the Christian god(head). The bastard even had the temerity to point out…
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Dream Journal: 2015-11-04.02
“Hey. Bookmonger. Why is it I can’t read any of the books on your shelves?” “Because you already have the book you need right now. You just refuse to use it.” -shuts the fuck up and sits the fuck down-
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Dream Journal: 2015-11-04.01
“So let’s roll with the bookstore setting then. I get it. It’s the intersection of my imagination and personal symbolism and what you are trying to convey. You’re not the gate keeper, just someone making information available to those willing to pursue it. Gotcha.” “If you say so.”
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Dream Journal: 2015-11-03.01
“If you can imagine Ares as an opera singer, then why not me as a bookstore proprietor?” “Nice. You said proprietor. Not owner. Here I thought you were the ultimate gate-keeper.” “I don’t own knowledge, my dear. Just some means of communicating it. By the way, how goes your studies?” “No. You’re not going to…
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Dream Journal: 2015-10-17.01
So a thing I have Over Yonder is split awareness. I can be in entirely different and disconnected scenes simultaneously. Works great for transferring information and objects between worlds. However, it also works great for putting too much strain on my mind when shit is going down. I mention that because I am still in the…
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Dream Journal: 2015-10-12.01
I opened the door. The closed door waited in front of me.
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Dream Journal: 2015-10-08.01
Dreamt Odin sat my obstinate ass down and grilled me on the Elder Futhark. I recited them coming and going but each time I thought I spoke them all, I counted only 23. (Fuck. Blum. And his blank rune, too.) “You’re missing something. Find it before someone else does.” Yes, Sir.
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Dream Journal: 2015-08-02.01
Me as I’m going through the shit: “I’m not going to write a single word of this. Nope. Ain’t a damn soul gonna know about this because there is no way to possibly convey all the nuances that is flooding my awareness without trivializing, compartmentalizing, or dismissing any of it and it’s all fucking important.” Me,…