Three Different Ways

Category: Dream

  • Dream Journal: 2015-12-13.01

    Was playing poker with tarot cards (Minors only, this time), with an engaging and homely gentleman in a chocolate brown pinstripe suit. The winning hand would be interpreted as a divination throw for someone the suited gentleman had in mind but would not identify. It was quite interesting to be used as the hand of…

  • Dream Journal: 2015-12-12.01

    So last night I dreamt I had to go outside for some bum-fuck reason at midnight, and upon doing so, I looked up into the cloudless night sky. There, directly above me at the moment of astronomical midnight, was the New Moon. It was backlit as if it were a solar eclipse, but the light…

  • Dream Journal: 2015-12-11.01

    “May I?” I handed over the length of time polished stone. As long as my hand and slightly thicker than the same, the gem would be a museum piece if I was awake. Ke looked over the gem carefully. “You know this does exist physically.”

  • Dream Journal: 2015-11-28.01

    “Hello, Black Jack.” Huh? I closed my eyes for five hot seconds and now there is a presence across my computer desk where the monitor (and behind it, the wall) should be. “Malphas?” No one else calls me that but him… or an imposter. “Prove it.”, I demanded.

  • Dream Journal: 2015-11-22.01

    Ominous Voice: “[blah blah blah] seeing stones [blah].” Me: “Wait. Hold up. did you say seeing stones?” OV: “No. I said show stones.” Me: “Bullshit you did. Try again.”

  • Dream Journal: 2015-11-16.01

    He sat at the same round table as I. I noted he had placed his chair at a relative angle of 135° from my own. I would not have noticed except he quietly fussed a bit to sit precisely where he wanted to sit and measured where to sit by glancing at me. I said…

  • Dream Journal: 2015-11-13.01

    I had left the markers of the familiar and the comfortable behind. Following a lead that was one part instinct and one part madness, I entered the depths of the desert. The night was illumined by stars alone. The moon was holding post in the known spaces, far behind me.

  • Dream Journal: 2015-11-10.01

    “I was promised. I’m calling it.” The Shenanigans Rosary was gripped tight in my raised right hand. The Black Rosary was draped loosely but securely over my hanging left hand. “The promise given to you will be honored but will not be taken advantage of. You are bound by it just the same as I.”

  • Dream Journal: 2015-11-08.01

    Last week, an acquaintance at work passed away. His passing had a direct impact on my job in that I had one less set of items to prepare for dissemination at the end of the week. I did not know him personally, and I was more concerned for the living that did than where he…

  • Dream Journal: 2015-11-05.01

    I watched from a distance, high upon a hill, as the shining god stood emotionless and still. His caduceus beckoning the wailing wisps to gather around him as moths to an electric lantern. The cloud of spirits were thick enough to obscure my sight, but still the caduceus could be seen through them all.