Category: Dream
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Dream Journal: 2016-09-20.01
Because there’s no better sensation than being held down by an unknown force in a pitch black room while your soul/spirit is being pulled out of your body through the crown of your head, right? What do you mean cause for alarm? I still have another half-dozen soul pieces left. Seriously, though. Fuck my dreams.…
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Spirit Journal: 2016-09-19.01
It’s only pareidolia. That’s what I keep telling myself, but I don’t on a deep level, I’m not accepting the bullshit.
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Dream Journal: 2016-09-19.01
Dreamt I walked through the twisting cave alone. No light save the lit oil lamp I brought with me. It illuminated my hand clearly, but everything else was seen more with imagination than sight.
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Dream Journal: 2016-09-17.01
“You’re going to have to face him eventually.” I went back to the last state I saw him in. I wondered if I should have gone full formal with Orphic hymns and ritual washing and proper preparation of a space that will never be properly clean no matter how close I cleave to traditional ways.
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Dream Journal: 2016-09-16.01
“You’re going to have to face him eventually.” It’s meditation time. Head is still too hyper for stillness, but a mantra keeps my focus well enough. A cold hand grips my right arm and pulls me to the side before I remember I’m physically alone in the room. I pull back. My arm slides through…
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Dream Journal: 2016-09-13.01
Fell asleep. Felt something close. Open my eyes. The eye was as wide as I am long. The bronze and gold streaked iris focused on my face as I held my breath in instinct and remained as still as possible while watching the eye watching me. I could see mirth in the shifting of the…
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Dream Journal: 2016-09-12.01
“You’re going to have to face him eventually.” “I know.” “Worried about what he’s gonna do?” “Worried if I’ll be asked to atone for more than my error. And by asked, I mean commanded. And by atone, I mean crushed.” “He’s fair. Friend to mankind, or so I’ve been told.” “He’s the Master Thief, the…
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Dream Journal: 2016-09-11.01
Dream snippet that won’t leave me until shared but I’m wary to post: “[Wizards] have to kill ourselves from time to time. If we don’t sow the harvest, the magic stops.” I’m concerned someone may take that quote as an exhortation for suicide and I’m not here for that.
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Dream Journal: 2016-09-07.01
Dreamt I was back in old stomping grounds as a gladiator. Back in the day, I was a force to be reckoned with, but I had left for unknown reasons. I returned wearing the nondescript gear that was my trademark appearance but no one recognized me. Before I decided to leave for good, I was…
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Dream Journal: 2016-09-03.01
“Mom?” The tone was tense and more sleepy than I was. I felt her feeling the side of the bed for a clear space for her to sit down in the dark room. Something was bugging her and it couldn’t wait for morning. Okay.