Category: Dream
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Dream Journal: 2017-04-04.01
*blink*
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Dream Journal: 2017-03-22.01
I found myself standing before at a small dinner table with only a setting for one placed despite the two chairs. I had been hoping for an audience with Great Aunt Mabel™, so I took the chair opposite the diner. Perhaps I will serve her tonight or help assist as a great-grandniece would be expected…
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Dream Journal: 2017-03-12.01
I froze when I realized which trees were in front of me. I did not remember how I got here. Again. Only that I had closed my eyes in my room, and opened them in the grove.
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Dream Journal: 2017-03-10.01
“I’d love to visit you more often, dearie, but I’m awfully tired and get so thirsty…” That’s how the conversation with [Great Aunt Mabel™] ended two nights ago. (The name has stuck as a pseudonym for someone very, very, specific.) The carriage came immediately to take her away, but she allowed me the grace of…
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Dream Journal: 2017-02-23.01
It was a dream. There was a coffeeshop. Late in the day with only a scattering of politely disinterested people. College student crowd but not college student ages. There was a comfy chair. I had snagged it and was relaxing in comfort with working headphones and an intriguing book. Not far away was a small…
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Another Knot in the Path
No more excuses. I need to start tying up loose ends before I get caught and strangled by them. I reached out to [Merciful Mother] Mary and asked permission to enter Binah for a proper run across the Path of Daleth that she described as ascending the holy mountain to meet her husband. (She is,…
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Dream Journal: 2017-02-18.01
My hubris caught up with me and I took a nap this afternoon. I dreamt of an oil well rig being set up in the middle of Fuck You County (some back-ass part of Texas) in an area that the First Nations peoples had warned was No Good™. The first week of drilling was one…
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Dream Journal: 2017-02-17.02
I closed my eyes for five hot seconds and found myself in a conversation with something I could only describe as a shadow. The slip into the audio only vision was so smooth, I did not realize it was happening until it was over. “Every Catholic family has saints.” “There’s a generational gap. My parents…
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Dream Journal: 2017-02-17.01
In a long standing tradition of doing one onerous task to distract myself from another onerous task, I actually attempted to climb that damn holy mountain (Path of Daleth). So a funny thing happened on the way to enlightenment… All I remember is being curled up in a fetal position on the flooded “ground” of Binah,…
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Dream Journal: 2017-02-15.01
I see the rosary first. The loop is entwined between fingers and over hands clasped together in a solid grip as if for prayer. The pendant of the crucifix hangs over the knuckles in a way that strikes me at first as an apotropaic amulet, then as a visual censer, and lastly as a key to…