Category: Dream
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Dream Journal: 2017-04-18.01
I made the necessary preparations and carved out the minimally required number of hours in solitude. I was going to go up that holy mountain tonight, dammit. Every part of me was singing one part of a duet and I knew the only way to complete the harmony was to go. So I went.
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Dream Journal: 2017-04-17.01
*profuse bitching about the consequences of profuse bitching goes here* Dreamt I was on my way to help a friend with a ritual, but to get to his ritual room, I had to pass through a hallway lined with altars and shrines. I kept my hands to myself as I went and listened to a…
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Spirit Journal: 2017-04-16.01
The theme of Nature versus Nurture comes up a lot in my writings lately. Not all of my dreams involving conflict between established traditions (Nurture) and personal abilities (Nature) are mere flights of fantasy. My immediate relatives reject me based on lack of a shared culture that was intentionally denied me (Nurture), but my ancestral…
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Dream Journal: 2017-04-15.01
Dreamt Hell had frozen over and I managed to attend a pagan con. There was a clash of cliques in one of the hallways and I got caught in the crowd that assembled to watch the catfight. As I struggled to move away from the knot of bruised egos, I was able to overhear enough…
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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…