Category: Dream
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Dream Journal: 2016-06-16.01
She’s crying. Little sniffles and whimpers are smothered by the black worn teddy bear she’s holding up to her face. She doesn’t look older than six years old, and she can’t be more than thirty pounds. She’s skin, bone, and ragged lengths of lifeless hair, as if a dessicated corpse became animated. Not a single…
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Dream Journal: 2016-06-09.01
Last night I set out with intention to obtain a thing. Instead I found myself sitting before a ginormous monitor showing several browser windows randomly layered over each other. They were all open to a particular Tumblrite’s blog but each window was showing a different post from said blog. The theme of the selected posts…
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Dream Journal: 2016-06-06.01
When the spirit/servitor of the Inverse Devil made its appearance to yield to me, it was as a great learned man, with puffy doctoral robes and medallions of intellectual honors, standing smugly before me with a portfolio of his achievements under one arm and his head under the other. Here is a man who has…
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Dream Journal: 2016-06-02.01
[The divinity] stood/floated before me. [They] explained [themselves] clearly and succinctly. [They] said many words about [their] plans for the world at large but quickly made it personal to me. “I want you. Completely.”
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Dream Journal: 2016-05-28.01
For such a loud club, it sure was a dark one. I could barely see my hand in front of my face, much less whoever was on the dance floor below me. I leaned on the second floor railing and looked out over the expanse of moving shadows below me. I am surrounded by hundreds…
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Dream Journal: 2016-05-23.01
When I wasn’t being tempted to do the thing I was told not to do, I put together the clues I have about the holy mountain I saw and why it is so important that I ascend it. Well, I did say I wanted a blasphemy.
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Dream Journal: 2016-05-22.02
How do you chase lightning? How do you run down the wind? Still having time to spare before having to get up for the day, I sought [Sunchaser] using the confirmed links between us. He’s easy enough to spot when I want to pour one out for him, but actually getting down to business? Tough.…
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Dream Journal: 2016-05-22.01
I knew I wasn’t in control of a damn thing when I opened my eyes to see myself leaning over me. Rattle in one hand and a bloody heart in the other. “[Mxtl.]” “Weaver.” “To what do I owe the pleasure of your presence?”
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Dream Journal: 2016-05-14.01
Me: Hey Inverse Star. S’up? Inverse Star: Fuck you, go away. I’m busy.
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Dream Journal: 2016-05-13.01
Dreamt of having a long sit-down with the Bookstore Proprietor (The Old Man) about yesterday’s vision and the implications of it. We discussed my relationship with (Merciful Mother) Mary, the kennings I know her by, and the contradictory experiences I have had with the Christian god(head). The bastard even had the temerity to point out…