Category: Dream
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Dream Journal: 2016-11-18.01
For two nights in a row, I have wrestled with an angel. Shuddering in that classic pose of interlocked hands pushing against each other as the ground is tilled with our feet. I have woken up with strained shoulders and spasming muscles that make me wonder if I have been fitting in my sleep again.
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A Deal with the Devil
(Despite the date of posting, this happened the evening of November 11th, 2016. At the time, I was under a command not to speak or write of certain things until after the full moon on November 14th. It has taken me two days to write this up.) Long nailed fingers tented in satisfaction before eyes…
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Dream Journal: 2016-11-14.01
I sipped the tea and hoped to find the right words to say as it curled around my tongue. “It’s kinda hard to be excited for finding a scenario that fits the clues given, when you have already plainly admitted to feeding me false information before.” Malphas tented his fingers before his face and subtly…
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Dream Journal: 2016-11-13.01
It was an all night ordeal to recover that portion of the dream hidden by fright. I would step into the memory, get side tracked, scream bloody murder then start over again. And all along the way, I would fall into other dreams when I lost my focus and/or my lucidity. I had to resolve…
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Dream Journal: 2016-11-12.01
Did I just make a deal with the Devil? My body had all the tells of shitte going down. My eyes registered morning light in my room, but I was not able to process it fully. My memory had a disturbing gap that was preceded by an even more disturbing action.
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Dream Journal: 2016-11-11.01
Dreamt I was chilling with a mighty and terrible spirit. It was letting me snooze on it. I remarked that it was so still, I looked like a vulnerable adventurer lying exposed on a rock face. Perfect bait, yes? It chuckled in agreement.
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Dream Journal: 2016-11-05.01
During a nap I dreamt my spirit had somehow gone back in time to a particular hour of a particular day in a particular room of a particular house. As I emerged into the child’s bedroom through the wall she was facing, I knew when and where I was. In ten minutes, I was going…
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Dream Journal: 2016-10-30.01
“Flesh poppet. Nice job, too. Nothing rotting or dripping. Even color. Only a competent and advanced sorcerer would know you’re a made being. Sentient?” The crafter tucked their stylus behind an ear and inspected me with a faintly mocking smile. “I am.” The crafter was an obstacle between me and my target, but so far,…
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Dream Journal: 2016-10-22.02
I’m on my knees leaning forward with the assistance of two fellow church members standing on either side of me, holding my arms out and twisted back. It’s not completely uncomfortable but it’s still punitive in a way. My shirt is off but my bra is still on. Behind me I hear the sounds of…
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Dream Journal: 2016-10-22.01
“They called it an exorcism. What do you call it?” “I can’t decide which they were trying to beat out of me first. The Devil, or the black. Like bruised skin is going to turn white or something. Either way, my faith left first.” “Were they successful? At removing the unclean spirits, I mean.”