Category: Dream
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Dream Journal: 2016-05-01.01
Dreamt I was called in by a “spiritual, not religious” family to see to their child’s illness. The child was not responding to traditional medicine, and more than a few medical practitioners had quietly whispered “foul spirit” as they walked past the mother. The father wanted to send his son off to a very expensive hospital for…
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Dream Journal: 2016-04-25.01
“I’m supposed to be meditating.” I knew damn well meditation for the day was over. He had pulled me out of my head and I couldn’t even feel my physical body anymore. “You’re supposed to be paying attention.” Snark is good. Snark means I haven’t fucked up, too much.
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Dream Journal: 2016-04-18.01
“Wha cha doin?” I was seated at a table with copious notes sprawled out over it. Diagrams, charts, and texts with scribbles in the margins were several layers deep. “Trying to figure out a thing.” “Can I help?” I looked up. Sunchaser’s black face was split by a wide toothy grin. “Not yet. You’re on my list…
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Dream Journal: 2016-04-16.01
Wednesday evening on the drive home: Oh look, those clouds look like a FUCKING HUGE CANINE DEVOURING THE SUN! … Neat. My, what big teeth you have. Aw, now the sun is its eye. How adorable! Bye, doggy!
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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…