Author: Keri
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Spirit Journal: 2012-10-28.01
Been bouncing back and forth all day if to write this up. It’s not anywhere near as entertaining dramatic as the other two dreams, but it marks a shift in the house dynamics. The Bastards in the attic got on my Last Nerve last night. I don’t remember clearly what set me off, only that…
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Dream Journal: 2012-10-28.01
The elders, bishops, and Head Bastards In Charge of the multitude of missionaries I had pissed off over the years by refusing their “advances” at my door descended upon my house. They banged the door, rang the bell, and loudly demanded I present myself to answer for the evils I have foisted upon their humble…
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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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Contradictions
“Because you’ve become someone distinct to me. Maybe I’ve gotten used to you. I’m certainly not afraid of you anymore.” The burdens were gone and a sudden tiredness was pulling me deeper. “Because there’s ‘Ravenwoman’ the role, and ‘Ravenwoman’ the person. And even though you’re still quite the snide bitch, you’re not that bad a…
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Dream Journal: 2012-10-25.01
The letter to the Envoy was short and sweet and many more words than what I left for others in the wake of the letter-borne attack at the Condo.
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Dream Journal: 2012-10-24.01
“Usually I have to drag you kicking and screaming to try something new.” Snake crouched behind the fire. “You realize once it starts, you won’t remember anything that follows.”
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Dream Journal: 2012-10-23.01
The Nightmare grabbed me from behind and pulled me into an inky darkness. Whispering violent promises of brutal acts on my body and mind, with its free hand it kept clawing into my side just hard enough to leave marks. I said nothing.
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Dream Journal: 2012-10-22.01
Waved good night to the house. Gave HIC his goodnight hug. Exchanged pleasantries with Sir Nathaniel and bid him a good night. Told Horatio to behave and not prank anyone. Intended to camp out at the lair and work on a few things. Next I know, the room is stuffed. I open my eyes to…
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Dream Journal: 2012-10-20.01
I’ve tried four times to document the fashion show I attended. Hats and wraps and coats, oh my! But the moment I get into specifics about any of the garments, even those that I have made in the Waking, my hands shut down. Guess this time you’ll have to take my word for it. It…
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Dream Journal: 2012-10-19.02
My dreamscape is changing. I know what precipitated it. I don’t know why now. The worlds I’ve blogged about are still there, the City, the lair, the Nine Worlds, and the Necropolis. This is not a replacement, it is a revealing. It’s also damn near impossible for me to describe in words, but my (lack…