Category: Dream

  • 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.

  • Dream Journal: 2015-11-04.02

    “Hey. Bookmonger. Why is it I can’t read any of the books on your shelves?” “Because you already have the book you need right now. You just refuse to use it.” -shuts the fuck up and sits the fuck down-

  • Dream Journal: 2015-11-04.01

    “So let’s roll with the bookstore setting then. I get it. It’s the intersection of my imagination and personal symbolism and what you are trying to convey. You’re not the gate keeper, just someone making information available to those willing to pursue it. Gotcha.” “If you say so.”

  • Dream Journal: 2015-11-03.01

    “If you can imagine Ares as an opera singer, then why not me as a bookstore proprietor?” “Nice. You said proprietor. Not owner. Here I thought you were the ultimate gate-keeper.” “I don’t own knowledge, my dear. Just some means of communicating it. By the way, how goes your studies?” “No. You’re not going to…

  • Dream Journal: 2015-11-01.02

    So last night’s dream came with music. Here is the track echoing in my mind while I was doing “the thing” at its proper time: Radioactive Sandwich – Goat Herder And here is what started playing in my head as I prepared to do the “other thing”: Radioactive Sandwich – Pistol Shrimp And lastly, what…