Three Different Ways

Category: Dream

  • 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.

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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.

  • 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.”

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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.

  • 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.

  • 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…