Three Different Ways

Category: Dream

  • Dream Journal: 2013-06-04.01

    Playing with Puppy in the Gardens, followed by Tumblring in my dreams. Again. 936 words.

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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.

  • Dream Journal: 2013-06-01.01

    “But it… this particular spirit, this espirito, reached out to you personally, based on blood?” He touched the screen and scrolled through the data. The tablet responded normally. “What’s left to do?”618 words.

  • Dream Journal: 2013-05-31.01

    “Is that all it takes to make you think you are worth something to me?” Kir regarded me with kir large eye. “I use you. I taught you how to use this place, for what you cast off feeds my plants. Even now, as you are lying there on the stone, my plants take from…

  • I Want To Know

    A few folks from the table behind me not so gently nudged me forward. “Now, you be a good girl, prolly for the first time in y’life, and come up here and kiss my glass for good luck. Don’t worry about keeping up with us. We gotta worry ’bout keeping up with you.” I came…

  • A Match in a Methane Pit

    It was a short pause, but it was long enough for me to completely regain my composure. “I don’t have any sway in the Pop Culture Paganism wars. I’ve been silent intentionally. Not my monkey, not my circus. Two of you know exactly where I am about this.” I released my grip on the cup.…

  • Dream Journal: A Correction

    I lie. And this time, I lied at the wrong time and with the wrong words. Y’all know I fudge some things because I don’t have leave to make certain things public. I have a mea culpa to admit to, and a correction to post.253 words.

  • Dream Journal: 2013-05-28.01

    The box was waiting for me at the lair. Snake was not amused by its presence. It trembled every now and then from something within. “Livestock? Here? At least the wyrm is taking care of itself, but a chicken?” I opened the cardboard box to find just that. A black chicken. It looked up at…