Category: Dream
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Dream Journal: 2017-08-13.01
Before I was blindfolded, I was made to stretch out my right arm. The blindfold flashed between two colors, seemingly all of one particular color before seemingly all of another particular color and yet it was no color at all. It was as transparent as a vacuum and as dark as a black hole. I…
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Courage, Trust, and Openness
The way my angelus aspect stood behind my seated form mirrored the way the black armored angel stood behind [the Bow-Wielder]. I held the wood beaded rosary I had restrung. She held a shiny black beaded rosary similar to the one I had sent away. “Years ago, you said I was a terrible Christian, and…
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Dream Journal: 2017-08-07.01
Around the fountain was a thick forest. I could barely see the path that led into the very small clearing where the carved white stones had been installed around the natural spring. The fountain could only be viewed and appreciated best from the small bridge that curved around it and over the guided stream flowing…
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Protected: Funeral for a Friend
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Dream Journal: 2017-07-22.01
A normal boring dream! Excuse me while I weep in happiness. Well, it started out as a normal boring dream. A music festival set in some place where music festivals are held on the regular. But of course, something happens, and things change.
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Dream Journal: 2017-07-21.01
Sometimes the Swarm is a cloud of tiny flying insects. Sometimes the Swarm is a dense cloud of vapor. Sometimes an ooze of nanobots. Sometimes a cacophony of disembodied voices. But no matter how the Swarm appear in my dreams, they are still the same, still the Swarm. Still the Dead.
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Dream Journal: 2017-07-13.01
It has been a few days since Feathers and Ash and its sequel, Iron and Ash. I suspected after the second dream that something substantial had changed and that if I continued to have dreams/nightmares of being possessed, the nature of those dreams would change. Wha’dya’know… I was right. But, I don’t want to talk…
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Dream Journal: 2017-07-12.01
“The phrase is a prayer for mercy. The speaker is asking those holding power over the place and circumstances they are in to pass over them because they are insignificant to those holding power.” The teacher wrote out the five words on the chalkboard as he spoke. After finishing, he went back and slowly spoke…
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Iron and Ash
It’s thundering and lightning outside. The storm rolling in is warning everyone to take cover before it strikes. The fast moving storm is actually carrying very little moisture, so flooding is not a concern this time. Getting struck by the lightning it is brandishing about, is.
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She Stole Herself
Her history is scarred like her reflection. She teaches that steel and makeup can both cut a man’s soul when properly applied. Her voice is viscous like blood and power. She preaches that covenants broken can sever a lineage even if the blood remains. Her grip is unyielding like a lock without a key. She…