Category: Dream
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Dream Journal: 2016-04-15.01
On one side of me, an ancestral chthonic spirit that is 199.999% predatory as fuck, able to do that one thing that instantly panics me, and is accompanied by the sound of a thousand gnashing teeth. On the other side of me, a dead dog that likes to chase the sun into setting, gives no…
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Dream Journal: 2016-04-14.01
Dreamt there was a deal to be sealed with some very expensive, very exquisite coffee. Just at the moment of mutual and ritualized sipping, a fleeing slave burst in and fell into the table. Coffee, silk, brass, and porcelain went flying as the table broke. The slaveowner ran in shortly after everything went to shit…
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Dream Journal: 2016-04-13.01
Dreamt I was putting together a rosary for a client. Had to use certain beads (client supplied) and assemble in a certain order (client directed) and face a certain direction while doing this (south). All went well, despite the client’s supervision, until it was time to attach the crucifix. The client wanted the crucifix attached…
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Dream Journal: 2016-04-10.01
She did everything she was supposed to do. Followed the protocols to the letter. Make the right offerings to the right entities in the right order. But she still couldn’t save her friend from her friend’s mistakes. The rules were broken, and there will be consequences. She begged me to help. I told her there…
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Dream Journal: 2016-04-06.01
What does the World want? Everything. I do call myself a tarot reader, and I did remember that standing before the indistinct form of the spirit. But that was an answer to a question I didn’t ask. I wanted to know what did this particular spirit want particularly from me? And while the answer to that question was…
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Dream Journal: 2016-04-02.01
So I’ve been wrestling with the Tarot Deck of Major Doom for a week now, and so far, it’s not very doomish. Yet. I don’t want to name the physical deck the doomishness is riding*, because these shenanigans are not an inherent property of the deck. That would be like saying because one particular bottle of a…
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Dream Journal: 2016-02-21.01
I was disembodied. More lazy cloud of smoke than anything substantial. Darkly being in a field of absolute darkness, I was enjoying being nothing until something even darker came and moved around me with feline grace. I recognized the entity immediately. “… Malphas.”
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Dream Journal: 2016-02-20.01
Is it out of line to throw a temper tantrum in front of a god, to a god? Just asking, in case someone other than me gives a fuck. So that monotheist demiurge is a-courting me again, and I lost all measure of decorum. The summary of my screams thesis is plain: At a crucial…
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Dream Journal: 2016-02-15.01
Them: You have [it]. Physically. In hand. Just as we had shown you. Just as we had told you. Me: I do. Them: Still you doubt?
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Dream Journal: 2016-02-14.01
While my coworker was dreaming of me protecting her (again), I was dreaming of Socheniel protecting me. Still dealing with some shit over yonder, the entity I was talking to was about to double-cross me.