Category: Dream
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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-
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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.”
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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…
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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…
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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…