Three Different Ways

Category: Dream

  • Dream Journal: 2012-08-30.01

    The dream was very mundane in nature. I went to a major retail store to buy a new MP3 player. Product A looked pretty, but had a shitty interface and was heavily restricted in customizable features. Product B was able to have custom firmware loaded, but the output was notoriously clipped. Neither one really appealed…

  • Ask Keri: No Man or Lucifer?

    Anon speculated: “I know who No Man is! That’s Lucifer!”

  • Dream Journal: 2012-08-29.01

    I don’t know how long I had been at the fire. My bare feet were so covered with dirt and ash, I looked like I had grown like a tree. If a tree could have feathers. I was exhausted and had stumbled. Snake, in his human form, had caught me. I was getting sweat and…

  • Dream Journal: 2012-08-28.01

    It felt like as soon as my head hit the pillow in the Waking, I wake up face down in the lair in the Dreaming. Lying on the pallet that serves as my bed. I smell blood. Lifting my head I note my back is burdened by wings. The wings are mine, but the shape…

  • Dream Journal: 2012-08-27.01

    The dream went lucid at once. As did my work. I bid Horatio to attend to me as I walked the house. He was no longer going to be a pretty trinket hanging off my waist. He was going to work for me, or be sent to the Boneyard. As I’m telling him what I…

  • Dream Journal: 2012-08-26.01

    What little dreams I had last night were dominated by household stress. I’m done playing by the rules. The shit is critical, and I am not joking. Last night I put the house Regulars on notice. Any that have been feeding off the malaise my mother is so damn good at generating have had their…

  • Dream Journal: 2012-08-25.01

    Sorry folks, no nighttime dream adventures to regale you with. It’s all muddy. No, really. I was covered in mud, stuck fast in a mud hole, and surrounded by mud as far as I could see. Which wasn’t far because mud is hard to look through, you know. I heard sounds bounce off trees, but…

  • Dream Journal: 2012-08-24.01

    Bits and pieces from last night:

  • Dream Journal: 2012-08-23.01

    “What’s this? You’re planning something in my honor?” I had just closed my eyes for five hot seconds. I should be completely alone. And yet, I’m not surprised to hear the Rummer’s deep voice. He does love to ambush me after all.

  • Dream Journal: 2012-08-22.01

    Two folks had read the dream where a serious discussion devolves into 12 year old giggling over “critical shit”. They were joking about it themselves, asking each other, “Is the shit critical, yet?”. A third person approached them and was asked the punchline question. He became angry and yelled at the first two. They explained…