Category: Dream
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Heaven, Sorrow, & Hope
I went back. Not because she called me. She didn’t. Not because she forced me. She didn’t. Because she asked me. So I went.
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Dream Journal: 2015-05-25.01
Called forth/out by Merciful Mother Mary and I step into a place of water so pure, it smells sweet because I’m used to bitter tap water. (The scent of water around her is also one of the biggest tells.) She reaches out with her hand and what I did next is still fucking with me.…
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Dream Journal: 2015-05-24.01
The thing that the Fucker of Sons is after still exists. I was allowed to hold it and inspect it for veracity. It is not damaged and looks pristine despite how it arrived and where it was stored since. I was not allowed to take it. Once I inform the requester of what I saw,…
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Dream Journal: 2015-05-23.01
Guess who didn’t get his request completed last night. If you said the Fucker of Sons, then you are correct. (Why did Rummer John give him that epithet? It took a while to figure it out. But once you consider that this is 184.999% a political move, and that the requestor had several chances to…
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Dream Journal: 2015-05-22.01
The face markings have changed, and it took him reminding me about the prohibition of using his to make me notice. I almost panicked at the realization. (Much to his amusement.) I tried to force them to go back to what I had been wearing these past several years, back to what I was used…
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Dream Journal: 2015-05-20.01
He leaned against the signpost on the crossroads that suddenly appeared before me. Looking every bit like the embodiment of a bad idea on payday night and drawing on his cigar like it would quench feverish and hot-blooded thirst. “Hey Girl… where ya headed?” I came to a full stop in front of him. I…
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Dream Journal: 2015-05-19.01
The Fucker of Sons is going to have to wait a while longer before I can get to his request. Someone with hella higher priority is yanking my chain, so I’ll be dancing elsewhere for a while. Though, I have to say, to my ignorant and naive sight, it sure appears that I am having…
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Dream Journal: 2015-05-17.02
“You made it. I did not think you would accept my invitation.” The ridden man lurched as he struggled to walk towards me. The audience looked at me in worry and wonder, as I was not counted among the celebrants, and was standing in the section reserved for tourists and photographers. I lifted my hat…
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Dream Journal: 2015-05-17.01
The scene lasted only as long as the flash of light that illuminated it. A young man looking suspiciously like Matthew Broderick was standing at the top of a step pyramid, facing the sun above and the humid crowd below. Behind him and a step to either side were two very severe countenanced priests in…
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Dream Journal: 2015-05-16.02
What I wanted to say: “Do I look like a fucking lost and found? Your son lost it all looking for such.” What I did say: “I will ask [the lords of that area]. But I have no power there, and am restrained by their will. I can only bring to you what they allow.” What I’m…