Author: Keri
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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…
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Dream Journal: 2012-08-24.01
Bits and pieces from last night:
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Dream Journal: 2012-08-23.01
“What’s this? You’re planning something in my honor?” I had just closed my eyes for five hot seconds. I should be completely alone. And yet, I’m not surprised to hear the Rummer’s deep voice. He does love to ambush me after all.
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Dream Journal: 2012-08-22.01
Two folks had read the dream where a serious discussion devolves into 12 year old giggling over “critical shit”. They were joking about it themselves, asking each other, “Is the shit critical, yet?”. A third person approached them and was asked the punchline question. He became angry and yelled at the first two. They explained…
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Dream Journal: 2012-08-21.01
Me and one of the House Regulars “sat up” half the night talking about how the body perceives temperature as one goes through the various stages of sleep. There was one point where one of us meant to say “critical sheet” (as in “critical sheet temperature”), and it came out as “critical shit”. After that…
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Dream Journal: 2012-08-20.02
Anon worried: ““They took notice I shed a tear (or five) for kir, but said nothing.” Uh. You didn’t happen to notice what happened to those tears did you? Leaving behind any part of yourself with the Fae can be dangerous.”
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Dream Journal: 2012-08-20.01
Remember lots of things from last night’s dream. None of it clearly, though.
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Dream Journal: 2012-08-19.01
I heard the racket down the street. Whooping and hollering and clapping of hands. The house Regulars were agitated by it. Some were merely annoyed, some were feeling threatened. I was upset. It’s just a peaceful and quiet Sunday morning for once and some damn fool is tripping balls.
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Dream Journal: 2012-08-17.01
Dream: Went to an auto parts store to buy milk. (!) At first counter, a rude bitch shoved me out her way and demanded to be checked out first. Okay. Whatever. Clerk calls me over to service counter to be checked out. Before I get there, the rude bitch had gathered her purchases and raced…
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Dream Journal: 2012-08-16.02
No. I didn’t get to visit the Svartalf last night. I dunno if to laugh, cry, or start throwing shit. After the tumblr dream I went back to bed. Snake was waiting for me in the lair. He said I had a choice. I could either set out and try for the Svartalf again, or…