Category: Dream
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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…
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Dream Journal: 2015-05-16.01
The dream was simple. I was washing dishes. Nothing magical, woo, or otherworldly was going on. Just me and the dishes. Once I finished the dishes, I would be able to go do fun things. (Not enough bubbles in the sink to make doing the dishes, “fun”.)
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Dream Journal: 2015-05-13.01
The dream (or what I remember of it) is one scene. I’m high up a mountain, just at the snow line, crouching on a rocky outcrop overlooking the valley. I can see across to the even greater mountain range beyond. The clouds part, and the highest peak is visible for a few scant seconds. In…
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Dream Journal: 2015-05-06.01
Dreamt I was staying with a wealthy family for the night. They had so much food, it would surely spoil before they ate it all. They never ate the same thing twice in a row and always encouraged each other to eat more.
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Dream Journal: 2015-05-04.01
Dreamt I was passing through some Back Mountains territory as part of my traveling from Here to There. The local folk greeted me with pleasant neutrality but gave me wary stinkeye behind my back. “Just passing through. Don’t even have time to be a dumbass tourist.” We all knew what I was really saying though. As…