Category: Dream

  • Dream Journal: 2015-04-26.01

    The young man spits obscenities at me from the confines of the dining room chair his parents have tied him to. I ask them if they had followed my instructions and called for the local priest to come later in the evening. They assured me the priest would be there. The legally adult youth (bound…

  • Dream Journal: 2015-04-13.01

    Keri dreams about immersive MMORPGs again, and no good deed goes unpunished. 1,517 words.

  • Dream Journal: 2015-04-12.01

    The hawk-headed god was strangely soft in his request. “I know this is unusual, but would you hold on to the deceased for a while before escorting the deceased to the Passage of the Dead? There is a complication that must be resolved.”

  • Dream Journal: 2015-02-23.01

    No one recognized me as I entered the tattoo parlor. Weaver may have one helluva reputation, but Keri is just another human as far as this corner of the realms was concerned. So no one gave me a second look as I signed a pseudonym on the check-in register and took my seat between the…

  • Dream Journal: 2015-02-21.01

    I placed the plastic baggie on the shelf in my lair, next to Horatio’s skull. That the spirit cards came with me from the dream into the lair confirmed that this was not an isolated incident in Otherworld. The spirit’s hate felt like dry heat emanating from the plastic, but it was not anything to…

  • Dream Journal: 2015-02-20.02

    I can’t get a break even in a dream. A disaster required that the neighborhood be evacuated. The local authorities had their hands full, so a call was made for volunteers of any and all persuasions to assist. I answered the call as a firemonger. The disaster was halted, but the neighborhood was still dangerous…

  • Dream Journal: 2015-02-20.01

    “So you wear a hat, now. It’s pretty. Frames your face well.” It took me a while to recognize who was speaking. Watching him pour the guilt-dark fluid into the chipped glasses didn’t help. Smelling the arrogantly sharp blackstrap rum, did. “Yes, Sir. I finally found one to my liking.”

  • Accepting Rejection

    I fell through the floor into a place in between. My first reaction was laughter, because I already knew I was dreaming, and that where I fell from was supposed to be a cave hewn out of solid rock. So how could I fall through rock? Dream logic, I guess.

  • The Ocean Is Receding

    I stood at the shore, my feet neatly intersecting the high tide line, and watched as the water silently and steadily withdrew from me. Once it passed the breakwater point, it appeared to stop wistfully retreating and instead rushed fervently to a point far beyond where my eyes could see. As if it seemed reluctant…

  • Down To The Bone

    My right arm ached. I reach over with my left hand to rub the shoulder, but another hand takes mine and lays it back down. “Rest. You are safe here.” Socheniel wipes my face in a soothing gesture. I notice much of the right side of my body numbs as a response. I open my…