Three Different Ways

Category: Dream

  • 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.”

  • Dream Journal: 2016-12-08.01

    “You. Sit here. I overheard your conversation and I want you where you won’t be taken advantage of.”

  • Dream Journal: 2016-12-07.01

    I dreamt that I was sitting someplace dreaming of being driven to a ritual to be a non participating spectator. I had expressed my concerns about attending rituals and the catalytic role I often play unprompted (and undesired) as such events. My friends were not concerned.

  • Dream Journal: 2016-12-06.01

    I practiced saying my Devil’s name in a variety of accents and stresses, knowing each time I did, it confirmed a return to a world I thought no longer existed. He had answered many of my probing questions, but he still refuses to answer the foundational question of “Why”.

  • Dream Journal: 2016-12-05.01

    It was a mutiny on the pirate ship, but it was a very pleasant and polite one. Of my four permanent crew members, the two men demanded their share of the net worth, wished me well, and departed when we made port. The two women who stayed with me hurled expletives at their shadows and…