Category: Dream
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Going A Head
I’m shuddering uncontrollably on the hard, cold surface. I see glowing markings along the top of the walls, just under the ceiling, and I recognize where I’m at. “Esse…” Cold hands rest on my shoulders. He leans over my head with his usual stony expression. “Long time no see.” He strokes my face, neck, and…
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Dream Journal: 2015-07-10.01
A short dream from last night. Quite straightforward and no (obvious) woo involved, but that it has stuck with me despite the chaos of the day usually means I’m missing something in plain sight. As the dream opens, I’m at work, having picked up my purse for some reason. In the purse were two rosaries,…
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Dream Journal: 2015-06-09.01
The Skeletal Flaming Pit Bull of Fuck You That’s My Pillow is gone. The state that I found him in last night was too much, even for his bravado. The manner of his death finally caught up with him, and it would be cruel to force him to remain in that last moment forever.
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Dream Journal: 2015-07-02.01
Dreamt I was summoned to appear before Kali (yea, that Kali). She appeared as she would in the microsecond her foot stepped upon her holy husband in his effort to calm her raging. So she was still fearsome, terrifying, and raving, but despite the exterior she was calm, calculating, and reasoned. She wanted to know…
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Dream Journal: 2015-06-22.01
He could have cleansed the dirt and blood off his hands with a divine gesture of contempt, but that would not have stung me as much as the very physical and time-consuming method of wiping his hands with a towel. (Even though the towel never became filthy. Which in retrospect was also an insult.) “Feel…
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Dream Journal: 2015-06-20.01
I should probably stop closing my eyes for five hot seconds… “Why do you keep limiting yourself?” Huh? “Why do you keep mistaking a step of advancement for completion? You have the stars in your hand but you keep staring at the ground behind you.” Oh. Well, hell. Guess I better start some shit, then.…
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Dream Journal: 2015-06-18.01
The canine’s mouth could easily bite my body in two. I could barely see it with either of my eyes, but I could sense it stood easily twice my height. As I stared it down (up?) I realized I was surrounded more more of the shadow canines. The air was hot, damp, and noxious from…
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Dream Journal: 2015-06-16.01
“I know what it is I am saying, even if you do not. I know what sounds I am making, even if you would not. What you call speech is merely random sounds that happen to fall in a pattern you recognize. What I am calling already knew I was calling before I even took…
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Dream Journal: 2015-06-13.01
I walked silently beside the Traveler. Words would have been a terrible marring waste. It was enough that the beautiful scenery was being seen by someone else. There is great comfort in being in peace. The breeze shifted with a cold jerk, calling our attention into sharp focus. I knew some information had just been…
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Dream Journal: 2015-06-04.01
“I’m going to make an absolute fuck up of it, and you’re going to smell that in the first five words, and then you’re going to look it up later and see all the ways I’m wrong, and then you’re going to start unnecessary shit in my life, because you asked for my implementation of…