Three Different Ways

Category: Dream

  • Dream Journal: 2012-02-01.01

    The skull speaks? 69 words of foreshadowing.

  • 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…

  • 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.…

  • 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…

  • 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.

  • 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…

  • Dream Journal: 2012-01-15.01

    For the past three days, if I close my eyes for more than five hot seconds, the following things come to mind. Where at first it was like a half-forgotten movie scene, now it is more an intrusive and overwhelming vision. Black shawl. Fire. Handful of suspicious powder. A sharp blade. Some strong shit. Some…

  • A Meeting Of Fellows

    … The door handle rattles. A shadow dominates just without the entrance. More rattling of the handle, with a barely gentle push on the locked door. The rattle ceases. Above the handle, the lock glows with a sudden red scribble of light. The door opens.

  • Dream Journal: 2012-01-07.01

    She ripped my eye from my face. When I reached up to grab her, she scraped the skin off my hand as well. I fell down on the salt flats, screaming in pain. I yelled at her to give them back. “You won’t miss them. You weren’t using them anyway.” She started to walk away…

  • Dream Journal: 2012-01-02.01

    It’s a dream. Of course it’s going to be over the top. Of course it’s going to be masturbation of the ego. Most of my dreams are 95% full of absolute bullshit and never-could-happen scenarios. But they are worth sifting through for that 5% of insight that I need in the waking world. The previous…