Category: Dream
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Dream Journal: 2012-02-18.01
Keri is sick so Weaver is supposed to be taking it easy. Define “easy”.423 distracting words.
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The Hero & The Bow
A beautiful warm day, with fluffy clouds lazily meandering across the brilliant azure sky. The sky held my attention for a while. I have never seen such a color in the heavens. No smog. No pollution. Only the triumvirate of sun, sky, and cloud. “Have they skies such as these, Woman? You look up as…
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Desert Blood & Cold Sweats
My first awareness is the sharp press of cracked pebbles pushed into my face. I move my arms in vain and random movement and scratch my hands against the rough dirt. Lifting my head free of the dry ground, the pebbles wound me anew as I grimace. The facial movement nudges them free from my…
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Grey and White
Comfortably sleeping, yet I wasn’t actively dreaming. But I was aware. So I had the physical sensations of being warmly snuggled in bed, accompanied with the surrounding indistinct grey fog of dreamworld nothingness. I felt the presence before I saw it. It was familiar in that I had encountered this before. But I knew it…
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Dream Journal: 2012-02-01.01
The skull speaks? 69 words of foreshadowing.
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Dream Journal: 2012-01-30.01
So my 14yo Dter saw the tail end of “A Dream of Riddles”. She knows I blog, and would rather I write up my dreams than walk around muttering about them. She knows I dream some “really fucked up shit”, and we laugh about it sometimes. For some reason, she keeps telling me I should…
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A Dream of Riddles
This was originally posted on my tumblr:Three More Ways as a dream snip, yesterday. But the more I turned it over in my head, the more I felt it was of more import than I had originally given it. This morning, after a dreamless night, I found I still remembered the details of the dream.…
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Red and White
Most of the night was dreamless. The wind howled like mad outside much to my delight. All was resting. My alarm went off for me to turn the heat on. I did so, then went back to bed. I fell back asleep immediately and opened my dream eyes to the sight of two… people… arriving…
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Dream Journal: 2012-01-22.01
Short version: I beat the shit out of my half-sister with a baseball bat until the bat broke.567 words.
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Dream Journal: 2012-01-18.01
So, the black shawl thing is finally starting to make sense. A close friend took a try at interpreting and was very close to the truth of it. As long as I was afraid, then yes, the voices on the wind was something to fear and hide from as she said. But I don’t think…