Category: Dream
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Dream Journal: 2015-11-01.01
Others: Do the thing just for this list of curated people in this private setting. Me: Okay. Thing: Done.
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Dream Journal: 2015-10-31.01
“May I have a drink?” A large goblet was delivered to the server for the person requesting a drink. Could easily hold a gallon of water, and encrusted all around with rare jewels and fine works of gold. As the server began their way from the source to the thirsty, they were stopped. The person…
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Dream Journal: 2015-10-26.01
“And here’s your broom and witch hat. We’ll be waiting for you in the hall once you’re finished.” She closed the door, leaving me in the illuminated closet and left with the same lack of ceremony as she spoke. I had already wondered why I was here several times. Standing naked in the closet with…
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Dream Journal: 2015-10-25.01
Not feeling well, so I’m munching on some corn tortilla chips to help settle me physically. I hear a snort of derisive laughter and look up to see the outline of a raven perched on my table’s hutch. I return its silent non-greeting with my favorite verbal one. “Yea, fuck you, too.” ~crunch crunch~
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Dream Journal: 2015-10-18.01
The Shamblings understood. Only they didn’t call it “ingwaz” or “sacrifice” or any of those high-crowned words that would spawn a thousand tweets of faux philosophy and/or ad hominem insults.
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Dream Journal: 2015-10-17.01
So a thing I have Over Yonder is split awareness. I can be in entirely different and disconnected scenes simultaneously. Works great for transferring information and objects between worlds. However, it also works great for putting too much strain on my mind when shit is going down. I mention that because I am still in the…
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Dream Journal: 2015-10-15.01
How long is a night? As long as it takes to dream. How long is a day? As long as it takes to be.
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Dream Journal: 2015-10-14.02
Step Over Yonder with full intention of Gettin’ Shit Done (fuck yea). God, it felt good to fledge out again. I’m gonna take the sky. A hop, skip and three good flaps should grant me enough oomph to go rawr. Well, it would. Except for the pillars of mud that have reached up from the…
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Dream Journal: 2015-10-14.01
Summary of my experiences these past couple of weeks: Shit’s different.
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Dream Journal: 2015-10-13.01
Was gonna post a little bit of my first encounter with the “Antler-Crowned, Green Masked Figure” in several years, but as I was scrolling through my broken dash (Fuck Recommended Posts on the mobile app. This shit is broken, Tumblr!), I came across a post that said too much of what I don’t want to talk about…