Category: Dream
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Dream Journal: 2016-12-04.01
*buzz* *buzz* *buzz* My phone? But I left it at home. Because I’m dreaming and I’m quite sure ain’t a soul around that is going to find any signal bars here. I remember that I left the phone on silent before going to bed, so any buzzing my physical body is hearing is not my…
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Dream Journal: 2016-12-03.01
Doing some light reading and coming across multiple references to St. Cyprian again. While I expect to find references with that book and that author, it has been a crescendo of unexpected references this past month to the point where I am about ready to defenestrate the next person, place, or thing, that makes another…
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Dream Journal: 2016-11-29.01
I only remember three scenes from the dream. It opens with me standing on an exposed mountainside.
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Dream Journal: Demon Brothers
Dreamt there were two brothers who were determined to become immortal. The elder had devised a scheme to transform himself into a demon, and then begin conquering the spirit realm to make himself even more powerful. The younger had tried to talk his brother out of it, but wound up going along in hopes that when…
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Dream Journal: 2016-11-26.01
“Don’t worry, I’ll save you!” My guardian and I turned to watch the well-meaning villager attempt to charge uphill on the rocky path in ill-fitting armor. “Her foul magics won’t work on me!” My guardian and I looked at each other. There was no one here but us. “Begone, evil beast!” Out of curiosity, we waited…
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Dream Journal: 2016-11-25.01
Early morning meditation. The vehicle isn’t so important this time as the obstacle I encountered. A ginormous single horizontal line appeared, stretching even into the edges of my peripheral vision. An eye opened and focused on me as it emanated waves of indignation, rage, and a desire to commit harm upon me if I did not…
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Dream Journal: 2016-11-23.01
Remember my suspicions that “my” [Merciful Mother] Mary was something else wearing that face so I could interact with her and without fear? All the clues about her identity was written publicly. It just took sifting through two years of scattered shitposts to put them together. (The final clue was her insistence I meet her…
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Dream Journal: 2016-11-21.01
Harlequin dragged my ass back to the night club. When I realized where I was at, I found I had already claimed one of the upper floor booths to sulk in. “Come down! Have some fun! You need to lighten up a bit!” My response started and ended with two familiar words. “Fuck you.”
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Dream Journal: 2016-11-20.01
It was a surprise gathering of “spirit workers” from all over the world and representatives of otherworldly entities. They all came to Harlequin’s nightclub but I was not yet lucid to recognize this. No more than any given two or three people knew the same language. When it came to spiritual matters, each had their…
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Dream Journal: 2016-11-19.01
“Om mani padme hum.” Sometimes on my meditations, I slip sideways instead of staying in my own head. I’m still not able to hold position with a completely “empty” mind as my thoughts run off in every conceivable (and inconceivable) direction immediately. Focusing on the breath does help, but focusing on a mantra brings my…