Category: Dream
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Dream Journal: 2018-04-07.01
I’m seated at my dining room table, waking up slowly to the warm mug of coffee in my hands. Seated across from me is Lace Baba. Behind her are the shades of Knotted Baba and Black Baba. “Cuando te despiertes, no te olvides de tomar tu medicina.” I lifted the mug. “Bebo mi café con…
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The Three Babas
“Toma tu café, nieta. Tienes un largo día por delante.” The tanned hand reached out from under the lace shawl and pushed the familiar mug towards me. I took the mug mutely and nodded but did not drink. The collection of women sitting at the small table with me were comforting to be around. I…
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Feeding the Bones
Still unpacking, though it is more emotional baggage than physical stuff. Still haven’t done any “high working”. I don’t have the spirit in me. (Pun very fucking intended.) It took four months before I realized I could leave more than just my tarot decks and occult(ish) books on my table. It’s been a long while…
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Dream Journal: 2018-03-21.01
Was walking through a wooded part of a city park. I could see the buildings nearby and hear the traffic on the roads. A white man with dirty blond hair in a tan crumpled trench coat was walking silently beside me, though not walking with me. We just happened to be on the same path headed in…
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Punch In, Punch Out
“I’m sorry, Ma’am. I can’t make a connection. I have nothing to give to you.” As I spoke, I gestured to the divination tools in front of me. Cards, notched sticks, and marked stones lay in lovely patterns that would surely appeal to someone’s sense of aesthetic. The client, a youthful appearing white woman in…
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A Strange Herb
The first occurence of this dream happened several weeks ago. The scene was so quick, it was easy to dismiss it as the echo of a commercial or some scene I read in a mostly forgotten text. But the dream persisted in repeating until I recognized it. The dream begins to reveal I am standing…
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Ochre and Amber
I had woken often during the night, but had no anxiety about it. It’s just a thing that happens sometimes. I was more annoyed that I was likely to fall into a good sleep only five hot seconds before the alarm sounded. The pattern of sleeping for five, wake for thirty, ended as I felt…
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Dream Journal: Soft. Be Still.
I wasn’t trying for anything, I was just trying to sleep. Anxieties I had ignored for too long and worries that overfed each other crawled into my bones, making me ache from head to toe. I couldn’t sleep. I thought to get out of bed and do something constructive like finally count how many tarot…
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Home Is Where The Coffee Is
The night was not pleasant. Too many distractions built up from the week meant I didn’t recognize calls and tells until after the window for answering them had closed. My sense of disconnection deepens and I fear I have recognized my errors too late to remedy them. All night I had dreams of a wanderer…
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Dream Journal: 2018-01-14.01
I had barely closed my eyes when Malphas1 was upon me.