Category: Dream
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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…
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Dream Journal: 2015-10-12.01
I opened the door. The closed door waited in front of me.
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Dream Journal: 2015-10-11.01
Nothing like being serenaded on a ride over the river. And by serenaded, I mean realizing the “song” are the muffled cries of lost souls, and by river, I mean the current of the dead. I was snuggled down in the prow of the small boat, well tucked in and comfortable. I peeked out from under…
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Dream Journal: 2015-10-08.02
“Sacrifice.” That’s the “missing” Ingwaz rune to me. Not senseless sacrifice, though. It’s the sacrifice of the seed to the ground for the harvest later. It’s the sacrifice of the first born of the herd to assure the rest of the lambing season is prosperous. It is the sacrifice of something you have now, so…
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Dream Journal: 2015-10-08.01
Dreamt Odin sat my obstinate ass down and grilled me on the Elder Futhark. I recited them coming and going but each time I thought I spoke them all, I counted only 23. (Fuck. Blum. And his blank rune, too.) “You’re missing something. Find it before someone else does.” Yes, Sir.
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Dream Journal: 2015-10-07.01
“You’re armed.” “I hide my strength from my enemies, and show my friends what will defend them.”
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Dream Journal: 2015-10-04.02
My back itched. The first sign that Esse was using the doll to call me. My mouth was filled with the taste of hot iron. He was pulling me quite hard. I closed my hand and the black iron axe became a black iron war-glaive that fit perfectly in my grip. I began to involuntarily…