Category: Dream
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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.
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Dream Journal: 2018-01-11.01
I fell through a thousand worlds. Through winters and summers. Through solid rock and open skies. Silks and furs and iron couldn’t hold me. Plastics and biofilms and networks couldn’t catch me. I had no place in any of them. I fell through a thousand worlds in the blink of an eye and landed on…
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Dream Journal: 2018-01-07.01
A phone is ringing. I pick up the nearest handset, but the ringing continues. It is the wrong handset.
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Dream Journal: 2018-01-01
I have had the stone for a while. Esse, once called “The Svartalf” in my earlier writings, had claimed it to be a key for entering spaces he had set aside for me. But after I successfully took the doll back from him two years ago, I interacted less and less with him until by…
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Dream Journal: 2017-12-03
While I was chilling at home with absolutely no fucks to be had or given, an acquaintance calls me. He’s participating in an on-site group ritual and their contracted seer called them with a last second extortion attempt raise in price that was above and beyond what the group was willing to pay. If I were to…