Author: Keri
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Dream Journal: 2012-10-10.01
My dreams were one part dead sleep, one part someone painting my face, one part Mother issues, and many parts indulgent and unrepentant snoring. No intrigue. No chess. No explorations. Just me lying at rest, while [redacted] hummed happily to himself drawing on my skin. “You are still not of my number. You never will…
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Dream Journal: Wrong Rules
One hand for the dealer. One hand for the host. One hand for the table. One hand for me. Five cards the dealer laid. Five cards the host kept. Five cards the table hid. Five cards for me. One hand busted the dealer. One hand disappointed the host. One hand flowed on the table. One…
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Dream Journal: 2012-10-08.01
I just realized… Roger introduced me to the cafe. I had been wandering the City for a while, but never stopped there. Roger had me sit with him. Why do I have the idea that Roger knew about Jill the entire time? And his over the top reaction was a test to gauge mine? Holy…
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Dream Journal: 2012-10-07.01
Errands again. Go here, get this, go there, do that. Done. Stopped by the cafe afterwards for another cup of chili mocha. (I can make this, I’m sure now. The balance of tastes has been the same every time and I know how to duplicate it.) I wondered to Jill how many people know of…
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Dream Journal: 2012-10-06.02
I actually slept very fitfully last night. Other than the stolen moment in the coffeehouse, my mind was pestered with questions ill-suited for the time. While I was able to dismiss most of them, there is one that has followed me into daylight.
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Dream Journal: 2012-10-06.01
A strong coffee, with mocha as dark as night. A bit of chili heat to remind you this was once the drink of gods. Just enough cream to cut that heat and concede you are a mere mortal. Why the hell can’t I make this in the Waking?
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Dream Journal: 2012-10-05.01
The good thing about having so many names, is when I am called, the name alone gives away much about the caller. In this case, I’m woken from a dead sleep by a name that would only be used in the Waking side of my house, and even then, only by immediate kin. But everyone…
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Dream Journal: 2012-10-04.01
I meant to go to the City for some chili spiced coffee. (Chili + dark chocolate + cream. Fuck yea.) But those bastards in the attic were stirring up shit. The Kids helped to keep a damper on things but I thought it best to stay near the house. Yes, I know a thorough banishing…
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Dream Journal: 2012-10-03.01
So. About last night’s dream. I snored. I put my ass on lockdown because reasons and stayed in my own head. The end.
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Dream Journal: 2012-10-02.02
I’m not bored. Really. I’m just in a weird lull. I want to go a-weirding again, but I think I spent all my weirding points at my defiant lunch-time nap. Was really strange to find myself talking to Keri + 20 years about certain things. Not surprised to see K+20 has a cane. Nor am…