Category: Dream
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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.
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Dream Journal: 2016-02-06.01
Dreamt I was visiting a friend in a deep country town. My friend was already the “odd one” of the quaint (read: insular) town so my arrival was greeted with snorts of condemnations and a few stink-eyes punctuating warnings about “acting out of line”. But I had passed by the Old Man’s house on the way to my…
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Dream Journal: 2016-01-31.01
The woman sent a written request to Dionysus about her son as a matter of last resort. She wasn’t a follower of the Mad God, and was actually quite terrified of him as a good citizen should be, but she had seen the positive changes in her son’s life after he dedicated himself, so surely…
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Dream Journal: 2016-01-29.01
The plane was supposed to crash. I was a passenger on that plane, and I decided that it was not going to. So the extreme turbulence ended and the pilot was able to regain control. I knew it was a dream. No other way would I be holding someone else’s baby otherwise. My fellow passengers…
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Dream Journal: 2016-01-26.01
Dreamt of a little shit boy with a freshly shaved head, robes aged twice as old as he is and twice as large as necessary running around with a cracked wood bowl. He was supposed to be silently begging for alms and praying for those that walked past him, regardless if they gave any or…
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Dream Journal: 2016-01-24.01
The master villain knows I have a wicked and evil temper. That once I lose my shit, so does everything in a five block radius. He used this to his advantage and tricked me into fighting his fire elemental behemoth in full ifrit mode. After all, you’re not supposed to fight fire with fire, amirite?
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Dream Journal: 2016-01-22.01
I stepped into the Bazaar by happenstance. It was my intention to go to the Ocean, as it has been for some time. I would not have been surprised to walk into the Birch Grove instead.