Category: Dream
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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.
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Dream Journal: 2016-01-18.01
I turned the small dark brown vial between my fingers. I don’t remember when it was slipped into my hand, only that a fleeing shadow lost itself into the surrounding crowd before I could register that I had been touched, much less that I had gained a thing. Another reason I hate public markets. Someone…
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Dream Journal: 2016-01-12.01
The monarch of a small kingdom (population: her) had purged her small kingdom (holdings: the tower) of everything she deemed unworthy. She had demanded I come to her to run a message to the leaders of the not-small kingdoms carrying her demands for their surrender, and details for how their kingdoms were to be run.…
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Dream Journal: 2016-01-11.01
Several weeks ago, I came out of work to find an unassuming twig stuck in a vent hole on the hood of my car. The fruitless olive tree above me was shedding weak twigs in the stiff wind, so the twig had nothing going for it except having stuck the landing. When I plucked it…
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Dream Journal: 2016-01-09.01
He said the name I knew him by was true and false. He said the current I stepped in was but one of many and all of them are valid for the one swimming in it but only the current one was drenched in. He said if I dared to go deeper, what I know as…