Category: Dream
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Dream Journal: 2013-05-27.02
Restless again. In the Nagalands again. The flowers still adorn the boulder, but they are faded and wilting. A breeze stirs around me, dense with the promise of sweeping the flowers off so I may have a place to sit. I shake my head and scoot a nudged flower back in place. So much in…
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Dream Journal: 2013-05-27.01
This entry is going to meander through Waking space for a bit. There is only one dream in this entry, short and devoid of colorful scenery. But it is enough. Very much enough.1,062 words.
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Dream Journal: 2013-05-26.01
The bar was closed. I stood on the road looking at the sign on the door wondering if I was on the right road. I looked around and saw all the other things I expected to see. A few other would-be patrons stood on the road with me. We looked at each other and shrugged.…
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For Want of a Feather
I had received missives from Malphas while I was away on the last trip to the Path of Vau. They were short and to the point and I swear I could hear him giggle in nefarious delight. Would I be a dear and obtain a crow feather for him? The largest that I could obtain,…
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Dream Journal: 2013-05-24.02
“Raven. Hello.” My shroud is in tatters, exposing one breast. I care not for my modesty. The ravens had torn it in their… play… with me earlier. I bore fresh gouges on my shoulders from them. Gouges that were packed with bone ash after. The wounds will scar as was their intention. But I do…
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Dream Journal: 2013-05-24.01
“Yea!” “We have Reenactment Thursdays!” “Donuts and coffee on Tuesdays!” “It’s always Tuesday.” “I’m not complaining!” “Nothing hurts anymore and I don’t worry about shit anymore.”1,236 words.
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The Cave and the Cathedral
I don’t know why I feel like I’m saying ‘goodbye’ for the last time to Snake. Why I feel like I’m going to my death. As if regardless if I am successful and able to answer Lord Asmodel’s summons or not, I will be irrevocably changed and the Weaver that returns will be nothing like…
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It’s All Gray
There was only me, the devastation, and the sound of a little girl crying. I took a step, and noted I wore no shoes, but had panther feet. I was in the deathshroud of a Boneburner. Black raven wings came from my back, and my hands were more talon than human. I wore my deathmask,…
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Dream Journal: 2013-05-21.01
“Another coffee, Sir?” He looked up grudgingly at the waitress. He noticed her pot was only a quarter full. It was all he could do to keep from launching into a verbal educational moment right then and there. “Do you think I’m addled? That I can’t see because I’m twice your age? That’s an old…
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Dream Journal: 2013-05-20.01
I sat in the lair for most of the night. Snake had gone off to start some shit attend to private matters. I had already resolved to go alone back to the Path of Vau, even leaving the beads behind. He and the beads had helped me recover, but I felt I was at risk…