Category: Dream
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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…
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Dream Journal: 2016-01-02.01
It was a lovely bright day to go to the park. Not uncomfortably warm and not uncomfortably cool. Not overly breezy and not suffocatingly still. A few people were scattered throughout but not so close to the path that it felt intrusive. A nice day to go to the park. Except who is this person…
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Dream Journal: 2016-01-01.01
I finally had a chance to sit down and review the ending portion of yesterday’s dream. Each time I brought to memory the cards in my hands before the alarm clock interrupted me, I found the images remained the same but with one additional detail that did not make it into the rendition of the…
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Dream Journal: 2015-12-31.01
I don’t know this guy. I just know his type. Driving a large black truck with bright stickers showing his loyalty to profit-blinded corporations that tell him what it means to be a Real Man™, he kept trying to intimidate me by driving around my block.
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Dream Journal: 2015-12-30.01
“Three white crows perched in wind-blasted pines near the peak of an otherwise desolate mountaintop observed my ungraceful entrance with judgemental silence.”
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Dream Journal: 2015-12-25.01
The dream itself occurred yesterday, but the fullness of it did not strike me until today. It started off with me standing in a cave somewhere in what we now call “France” but somewhen far before what we call “now”. I am watching small hands draw out an image on the wall. Even with the…
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Dream Journal: 2015-12-21.01
Esse and I stood facing each other without speaking. I was armed and presenting to make a Minbari grin though I wore a stoic face to hide my nervousness. He remained cloaked and nearly completely hidden. The huge boulder in the middle of the petrified forest was the only witness between us.