Category: Dream

  • Dream Journal: 2014-10-24.01

    The Instagram Nightmare. Required information: My face makes me uncomfortable because Childhood Abuse. I am not a Christian. I hate being sandbagged by fear so I will challenge it directly. Waking world information: I have an Instagram account that currently shows my face clearly as well as the rosary. For some brainfart reason, I tagged…

  • Dream Journal: 2014-10-23.01

    Me: “This is very structured for it to be an afternoon stroll. Is this an initiation?” [A]: “… Yes.” Me: “Aren’t you supposed to lie to me about that?”

  • Dream Journal: 2014-10-20.02

    I closed my eyes for five hot seconds… I was [in a certain place] that I thought was the domain of [this guy] but was quickly corrected by [the monarch] who ruled here. [They] wanted my attention. Formally. No more passing notes in the night or allowing others to drop hints. I’m here. [They’re] here.…

  • Dream Journal: 2014-10-20.01

    I spent the entire night sitting at a campfire that was more glowing embers than actual flame. Directly across from me was… me. A different me, but me just the same. She had long dreaded hair that was packed with mud. She was naked and covered in mud. The markings made by the mud kept…

  • Dream Journal: 2014-10-19.01

    Scene: Weaver’s private booth in the Café-on-Main. Weaver is drinking tea (WHUT!) while her boothmate is sipping from a bowl containing questionable liquids. It looks like frothy mud and smells like dirt. He is covered in swaths of saffron hued cloth. The cloth covers his face, obscuring him. He has just enough of his hands…

  • Dream Journal: 2014-10-17.01

    Dreamt I stood on the edge of a cliff overlooking a bottomless and unfathomable abyss. I held a black tarot deck in my hands. Laughing, I threw the unbound cards into the darkness. I watched the cards separate and flutter down out of sight.

  • Dream Journal: 2014-10-15.01

    It’s a parade! Everyone loves parades! I’m sitting in a reclining beach chair watching a line of Roman Catholic saints walk past. I recognize so very few of them, and know the names of even less. I’m not upset to see them. Something about their devotion to their cause is uplifting.

  • Dream Journal: 2014-10-14.01

    “Well…”, I said to myself last night. “Well, that wand isn’t coming back from the Path of Teth by itself. Enough being afraid of possible consequences, enough allowing other people’s words from distracting me. I’m going to go to Chesed, give my regards to Jupiter in whatever form he takes, and then go get my…

  • Dream Journal: 2014-10-13.01

    I opened my eyes on the sandy shore of the Ocean. I was not surprised to find myself here as I’ve been called on many carpets in the past twenty-four hours already. I could hear the Currents playing in the shallows. They occasionally splashed me as the tide came in.

  • Dream Journal: 2014-10-12.01

    Seeing that Marian icon so soon after waking up is not helping the brain meats. Not even recounting Mom’s bullshit from yesterday is helping me be all the way here. No neat plot line to follow, just a bunch of apparently unconnected scenes. *CUT*