Category: Dream
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Dream Journal: 2017-05-31.01
The ceiling split and crumbled away in defiance of gravity as the light solidified and fell as dust on my waking face. I mumbled something akin to “da fuq” as a figure shrouded with the darkness that scares underbed monsters descended to hover over me. It lifted its face revealing a time stained skull devoid of…
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Dream Journal: 2017-05-17.01
The unyielding floor boards pressed into my knees, alerting me that I was not in my room anymore. My black feather cloak moved with my hands as I brushed my fingers over the worn blemished wood. A series of small bright flares caught my attention, and without looking up I knew I was surrounded by a…
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Dream Journal: 2017-05-15.01
Can’t a body get some rest? Here I am, sitting on some rocks on the side of a mountain. It’s just before dawn. It’s just after sunset. It’s the height of noon. It’s the dead of night. Where and when I am doesn’t matter. The only thing that is important here is that I am…
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Dream Journal: 2017-05-07.01
I knew some type of precipitation was going to roll in this weekend, but I expected the usual failed promises from the meteorologists. Instead, I received the opposite, with a vigorous storm rolling over everyone’s exposed wood dash convertibles and unsealed wicker furniture. Pareidolia had me seeing canine imagery in the quickly moving clouds this time instead…
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Spirit Journal: 2017-05-05.01
The clouds looked brushed across the morning sky as if by a great hand with greater sweeps. I thought nothing of them as I merged onto the freeway on my way to work. An idle brain does idle things, and clouds were made for wishes anyway, so no wonder I started to see patterns in…
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Path of Daleth: Epilogue
Angel. Their appearance hit softly against my senses. Just hard enough for me to identify them, just soft enough for me to be aware I was not in conflict with them. I flinched anyway.
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Dream Journal: 2017-04-29.01
“Now wait here for at two hours. We want to make sure you are not going to have a post-surgery reaction to the modifications.” The nurse patted my arm and started their rounds. I was lying on a gurney in the hallway with several other patients. Each of us had undergone some transformative surgery. They…
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Dream Journal: 2017-04-27.01
I had closed my eyes for a long rest before getting on with the late evening’s obligations. I did not realize I had fallen asleep until I had opened my eyes and found myself standing in a place of darkness illuminated only by the two large concentric rings of white light surrounding me on the…
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Dream Journal: 2017-04-20.01
In my time honored tradition of avoiding one problematic thing by immersing myself in another one, I made another attempt to pass the flames of the Path of Daleth again. I reckoned that if the angelic blessing was going to be dumped on my head willing or not, I might as well take advantage of…
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Spirit Journal: 2017-04-19.01
I wasn’t reaching for an answer. I wasn’t reaching for an acknowledgement. I wasn’t reaching for confirmation or a rebuttal or a rebuke or a reason. I just wanted to “stretch”. The only way to recover old skills long dormant is to use them again, after all. I had no expectation of actually doing anything.…