Category: Dream
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Dream Journal: 2016-08-31.01
“… house be emptied of blood, and the larder be emptied, even of dust. The name [static] will rot for lack of mothers to birth it, and its sons will claim to be born of [wights] instead. Never shall you [all] be forgotten, but never shall [all] your memories be pleasant. This you [all] shall remain…
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Dream Journal: 2016-08-29.01
I sat down. I looked up. Before me the Bright Queen in the Dark Hall sat upon her throne of shadows. I was thankful I was here in spirit, because I surely would have shat my pants upon realizing where I was if here physically. “Your Grace…” I bowed, still seated on the glass polished…
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Dream Journal: 2016-08-02.01
The lights went out. Great. *stumble* *stumble* *STUB* Ow! The lights came back on. Wait. I’m not in my room anymore.
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Dream Journal: 2016-07-31.01
“You know the Tower’s fate.” “I do.” “And still you want in there? To join the doomed?” “… I do. Kinda.”
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Dream Journal: 2016-07-30.01
I walked into a private back room of a someplace bar expecting to catch up with some esoteric friends for beer and/or shenanigans. (Beer optional. Shenanigans required.) They had a tagalong in the form of a Me Too guy who wanted to catapult himself into the upper echelon of our not-a-coven gatherings. He identified me…
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The Sanctuary of The Nine
Of those nine cards, eight have come to pass. And they’re right. I’ve been taking on too many +1 projects, tasks, and errands. The backwards run through the Tarot Deck of Major Doom has served as a cleaning of the slate and a welcome reset. All chasing of wild goose chases have ceased. Certain questions…
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Dream Journal: 2016-07-22.01
I dreamt I helped many people find their proper doors and pass through them, but I could not find mine.
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Dream Journal: 2016-07-21.01
Last night, I dreamt I was squatting by a campfire on the ocean shore, laying down tarot cards. The cards were visually from one specific deck, but it felt like it could have been any deck.
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Dream Journal: 2016-07-17.01
Lunch time was over, and I was waiting at the red light for the usual traffic shuffle on my way back to work. In the lane to my left, a gentleman in a faded black 1940’s truck was doing the same. Heavy traffic in our direction meant we were both stuck in place as the…
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Dream Journal: 2016-07-16.01
The Inverse Magician was a duel of feints. Since kissing my ass wasn’t going to work he did as his nature allowed. It wasn’t the Dark Link fight I’ve been expecting, but he did use my weaknesses and faults against me.