Category: Dream
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Dream Journal: 2017-04-14.01
I dreamt that I slept. No shit. Straight up, that’s it. My spirit perched on the head board of my bed in the form of a crow and watched my body sleep soundly for eight fucking hours. It returned to my flesh in the microsecond between the phone screen lighting up as the time app…
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Dream Journal: 2017-04-13.01
If I hold still, maybe they won’t see me. I already knew that was a false hope, but until I could get my wits about me, I’ll take any hope I could get. All I cognitively knew was that I wasn’t in my room anymore, I wasn’t in my body anymore, I was surrounded by…
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Dream Journal: 2017-04-12.01
The nightmare was just a repackaging of internal shit and external drama. Some wounds will never heal fully no matter how often I clean and salve them. Despite being lucid, none of my usual tricks brought the runaway mental train to a halt and I settled in for what was going to be another night…
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Dream Journal: 2017-04-10.01
I sat down to further pull apart resurfacing memories and feelings. I looked down at my hands in my lap then looked up to see I wasn’t in my room anymore. [My Bow-Wielder aspect] sat across from me, holding my rosary in one hand and my surviving bible in the other. The Angel of the…
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Dream Journal: 2017-04-09.01
Expanding this jerky high-points outline into a full detailed rendering of the dream is going to take more time than I have to spare. I did not want to make this public, but the dream would not leave me until it was not only recorded, but exposed to the public. I do not know what…
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Dream Journal: 2017-04-06.01
I was in the Anglican church again. Neutral ground between me and El as our drama had unfurled in a definitively American context. He manifested as a source of brilliant golden white light with no edges. I turned away to face the door not in fear, but in respect to the master of the house…
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Dream Journal: 2017-04-04.01
*blink*
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Dream Journal: 2017-03-22.01
I found myself standing before at a small dinner table with only a setting for one placed despite the two chairs. I had been hoping for an audience with Great Aunt Mabel™, so I took the chair opposite the diner. Perhaps I will serve her tonight or help assist as a great-grandniece would be expected…
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Dream Journal: 2017-03-12.01
I froze when I realized which trees were in front of me. I did not remember how I got here. Again. Only that I had closed my eyes in my room, and opened them in the grove.
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Dream Journal: 2017-03-10.01
“I’d love to visit you more often, dearie, but I’m awfully tired and get so thirsty…” That’s how the conversation with [Great Aunt Mabel™] ended two nights ago. (The name has stuck as a pseudonym for someone very, very, specific.) The carriage came immediately to take her away, but she allowed me the grace of…