Three Different Ways

Category: Dream

  • Dream: Division

    Too wired to sleep, too tired to function, I concede victory to the late night hour and tell the indifferent walls that I’m going to bed now. After a few minutes of being utterly bored and restless, I concede victory to my worries and get up to walk around. Oh look, Harlequin is holding session…

  • Dream Journal: 2017-01-08.01

    “It’s not enough.” «It’s enough.» “The store didn’t have [spice originally used], so I had to go with [alternative], and it’s not enough. [Lists all the ways the alternative is not sufficient.]” «¡Cállate! Piensas demasiado. Es bastante. Serás mejor en él con el tiempo y la práctica. Como las otras cosas.» “… Did y’all just life…

  • Dream Journal: 2017-01-07.01

    So of course, after a long day of having a very important deadline overruled because other people haven’t gotten their deadline material ready resulting in three hours of (maybe paid) overtime plus another hour driving home disassociating like fuck because this week has been a dumpster fire of dealing with private spiritual issues while not…

  • Dream Journal: 2017-01-06.01

    I walked along the bottom of the River. Its weight pinning me to the riverbed as lightly as gravity. Above me the current played with itself, kneading the surface into rolls and peaks that bubbled and gossiped.

  • Dream Journal: 2017-01-04.01

    Dreamt I was going about my business, doing stuff, when there was a sudden crack next to me. A clear barrier I did not know was there but was not surprised to find had been assaulted by an unseen force.

  • Dream Journal: 2017-01-03.01

    Oh yea, the dream I was originally going to write about this morning. Dreamt there was a book and pen in front of me, along with an appropriately creepy voice telling me to open the book and write.

  • Dream Journal: The Drum’s Introduction

    I have had drum-related dreams in the months leading up to my epiphany, but they did not make any sense until after. The details of the dreams, the scene settings, and the languages spoken varied. But the core actions taken by myself and the surrounding cast remained the same. One such dream follows…

  • Dream Journal: 2016-12-30.01

    So while I was impatiently waiting for work to be done today so I could get home and bleed another memory onto the blog, I had a flash vision of myself, seated daintily on a boulder on the side of a very tall and very dark mountain, holding something like a small mirror at arm’s…

  • Dream Journal: The Drum Waits

    Once upon a Christian faith, I was the hand-drummer for the church band. Couldn’t swing a drumstick without hitting myself in the eye, but I could make a djembe weep. The church band did not seek adding a hand drum as part of the permanent set, viewing such instruments with a barely concealed suspicion. (It…

  • Dream Journal: It Never Left

    “I am very concerned that you continue to refer to yourself as unclean.”