Three Different Ways

Author: Keri

  • Dream Journal: 2013-04-17.01

    Some folks have expressed curiosity about “Bricks”. That line about Persia seemed awfully specific, they said. That wasn’t a random person slamming me into the wall, they said. Do I need backup, they asked. Yes, the Persia line refers to a very specific [thing]. No, that wasn’t a random person slamming me into the wall.…

  • Dream Journal: 2013-04-16.04

    “Why are you here?” “To receive a new name, and maybe a new life.” “I called your name seven times outside, and you did not come out.” “You called my old name, from the life I wish to leave behind. I am waiting to hear my new name called seven times, and then I will…

  • Dream Journal: 2013-04-16.03

    [Redacted] asked: “The kid with Uncle Loki, was that [Also Redacted]?” No, it wasn’t. I would normally have answered this private because Wild Speculation Starts Wild Fires, but I remembered I have folks with Lokean connections following me. So, for one and all, I’ll tell you what I know of the Spiritually Immature Person. She…

  • Dream Journal: 2013-04-16.02

    ~Suddenly remembers that Loki kinda paid her a visit last night~ But he was in disguise. A piss-poor one, I easily saw through it. I didn’t call him out on it because he was on escort duty. He almost seemed apologetic. Like that uncle that never liked kids having to take your cousin to get…

  • Dream Journal: 2013-04-16.01

    A lot of conversation. Someone brought coffee. “Though I’d be the social one for once.” Don’t remember much else after that. Deeper, good, restful sleep. Then being yanked into something. “It worked! The vessel moves!” I’m in an automaton body. The man responsible is thrilled. He gives me a command. I flip his desk instead.

  • Dream Journal: 2013-04-15.02

    The fist gripped my shirt tightly over my chest. Before I could react, the figure lifted me and slammed me into the brick wall behind me. I managed to keep my head from colliding with the brick, but at the cost of the force being concentrated on my back. The arm retracted slightly, still gripping…

  • Dream Journal: 2013-04-15.01

    “Sorry about that. Thought you were used to truly seeing us!” His face leaned over mine while I twitched angrily in the dirt. “Well, I’m not. And each one of y’all are different, ya know. If he wants to pop in and say ‘Hi’, that’s all good. But any four dimensional appearance needs to be…

  • Dream Journal: 2013-04-14.01

    “Hey, you remember that time in Hawai’i when you went into prophet-mode at that church?” “That Filipino one? Oh wow, yea, that was adventure day!” ~laughs~ “If I had found a church like that when I got back to the mainland, I’d probably still be Christian.”

  • Dream Journal: 2013-04-13.02

    “That’s lovely.” Snake teased one of the completed manuscript pages away from me. “And a well chosen hue for the story it tells.”

  • Dream Journal: 2013-04-13.01

    Woke up with dysphoria. Laid in bed and relished it. Usually, dysphoria gives me the sensation a body part is bloated or unnaturally large. Today, I felt like an animate skeleton. And all my flesh was just another layer of bed sheets over me. Hyper-aware of my bones, down to the shattered pinky toes and…