Category: Dream

Weaver gets caught up in a march for the rights of indigenous peoples. But she sees the same lopsided power structure as those they protest against. Thieves steal the trivial as their freedom is stolen from them, and her misanthropy is justified yet again.534 words.

Keri’s (doted on but unused) wood wand bears an uncanny resemblance to bone. Her tormenter companion takes that comparison and runs off with it much to Weaver’s annoyance.517 words.

In a fit of depression I did not maintain my spiritual borders as I should. An object in my care was compromised during the inattention. A particular tarot deck had become no longer “mine”, and other checks later proved it to be under the influence of a malicious “thing”. The affected deck was physically destroyed…

Two clans pass each other on a dirt road. The matriarch of one does what the other should have done as the Monkey King holds watch.435 words.

Keri argues with [Redacted] yet again. This time over the proper layout of tarot cards.196 words.

Great. More grudges to carry.56 words.

Weaver encounters a kid with a magic gun. While she gets hung up on the differences between a pistol and a rifle, he starts to show off. Bang. 685 words.