Category: Dream
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Dream Journal: 2013-05-19.03
I was concerned for a friend, and wanted to drop by and check on kir. But instead of walking up to their door, I walked into a science lab. A large containment unit with clear glass walls barely seen behind white metal sheilding was along one side. A bank of instrumentation was next to it,…
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Dream Journal: 2013-05-19.02
When I opened my eyes, I was on the Path of Vau. Snake was not with me. There was only me and the crowned and throned figure before me. His eyes were open. The whites of his eyes were like glowing silver. The iris was as dark as his throne, as dark as the bridge,…
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Dream Journal: 2013-05-19.01
“It is a key keeper’s right to bestow a copy of his key on anyone he wishes. But this practice – a phenomenal rite – is hardly ever performed. To receive a copy of the key means to have its imprint seared into your hand. Holding that branded replica over the front lock miraculously parts…
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Dream Journal: 2013-05-18.02
I am trying not to take everything I encounter in terms of Black and White. Some shit is just starting. Some shit has been rolling for ages. I’m just the FNG here. Madame Patron has shown kirself to be a pain in the ass, but not necessarily an enemy. Yet. Ke knows where my boundary…
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Dream Journal: 2013-05-18.01
There was Las Vegas, and a glorious hotel suite, and oysters flown in from an oyster farm (preferred over wild oysters because these were farmed in the Kobe style, producing a superior taste while allowing wild stocks to replenish), and wines, and beer, and staff attending to my every word, and luxury, and Damn I…
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Dream Journal: 2013-05-17.01
Weaver prepares to attempt the Path of Vau once more. But doubt undoes her and she withdraws lest the undoing is complete.1,193 words.
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Once More With Feeling
The beads are a familiar heavy weight on my arm. He questions why I don’t have them tucked in a pocket this time. “Touch is the first sense I was able to recover when I arrived in the Abyss. When we… I… was in floating parts of flesh and thought, those things that were physically…
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Dream Journal: 2013-05-16.01
Creepy shadow under the bed? More snuggles!166 words.
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Patient Blasphemy
“Why are you here?” “Asmodel.” A sudden brightness pours over me. I suddenly feel flesh and air and clothes and cold stone bruising my knees and Snake standing behind me and beads in my hands. I look up to see the throne and the one seated on the throne is gone. The podium remains however.…
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The Tea Helped
“What’s the unofficial word, Officer?” I just smiled as warmly as I could, and wondered what else did the official word say about me. The officer chuckled. “You showing up is like watching the TARDIS materialize. You’s pretty. But the day just got shot to shit.” He was almost apologetic in his tone. My legitimate…