Category: Dream
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A Call To Arms
“Great. Now I can add delusions of grandeur to my list of psychoses. Especially after yesterday’s meltdown. This is not going to look good on my resume.” Bones sorted and proper fires lit, I knew I would have to post the entire script. I have seen too many clues in other people’s words to know…
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Rattled
“The hell you think you’re going?” Wrong question, I thought. Where the hell do I think I am? I had just stood up from a perch on a prone log. A campfire burned in the middle of the night. Around it was the remnants of carved stone and large chunks of rough hewn wood. I…
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Dream Journal: 2013-06-09.01
Where Keri receives three messengers, and is later one of three messengers herself, and in doing so, receives a lesson about expectations and recognition.731 words.
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Dream Journal: 2013-06-08.02
Some red-headed step-child stops by for a chat and an invitation. 604 words are spoken. I walk away unencumbered.
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Dream Journal: 2013-06-08.01
The ground is soft under me. The new boots hold my feet in warmth and comfort. The sound of my feather cloak against my traveling clothes drowns out all else. It is only when I stop to look around, do I hear my breathing, and a softly sibilant hiss.418 words.
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Dream Journal: 2013-06-05.01
“You mention being suddenly aware of the multitude of divination devices around you in the Waking. Have you considered you are also suddenly acquiring ancestral spirits?” Snake turned the statue slightly, squaring it with the shelf. “She’s not…” “Nearly every European, and Americans of European descent, can trace a genetic lineage to Charlemagne.” “And Africa…
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Dream Journal: 2013-06-04.01
Playing with Puppy in the Gardens, followed by Tumblring in my dreams. Again. 936 words.
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Dream Journal: 2013-06-03.01
Returning to the corridor was easy. I had to make the willful choice to return to the entity. The hallway darkened as before. The hallway smelled like a freshly cleaned rifle still. The material felt neither stone nor metal still. The hallway ended at a pitch black expanse as before. “I am Weaver. Who calls…
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A Raven’s Mercy
The clatter of bones from beyond the mounds told me I wasn’t the only bipedal creature headed somewhere. The further I went, the more quiet the ravens with me, and the more heavy the air was. This was definitely a formal affair I was going to. If I wasn’t already in the Boneyard, I’d say…
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All The Way Down
“What the fuck was that?” My voice was mine, but it sounded distant. He splashed a hand in joy. “Your journey. You tell me.” His face was red from the sun, but no brightness would ever shadow his eyes. “I… I don’t know.” I recovered my wits and smiled dangerously. “Show me again.” 1,119 words.