Category: Dream

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”.)

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…

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.

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…

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…

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

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.”

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…

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…