Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths
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At The Bistro
We continue chatting about the different districts in the City, and where she should explore first being a brand spanking new Citizen. As we walk inside the bistro, I notice a couple sitting at one of the outside tables. Both nursing a black coffee, the teens were more interested in the Citizen’s car than each…
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Tumbled Dreams: December 22 – December 28, 2012
What are “Tumbled Dreams”? These are the posts I made to my tumblr during the week because I felt they did not warrant a separate post on this blog. However, these “interstitials” often explain some of the backstory to the larger dream posts. For those readers that only read Three Different Ways, they may help…
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Allons-y
Allons pulled from the bag an elaborate cape and several brightly wrapped blades. Wrapping the cape around his neck and arm, he hefted the blades and walked towards the emerging bear, laughing. “You shall see, dear Lady Athena! You have the queen’s seat! And I, your humble torero, shall show you there is nothing to…
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Dream Journal: 2012-12-21.01
She sat across from me and watched me knit for a while. “You look like you know what you’re doing. May I ask you a quick question?” Uh-oh. “No quick question is quick. And I know just enough to create expletives. Ask.” I contInued knitting with the gray yarn. “Well, I wanted to make an…
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Dream Journal: 2012-12-18.02
A funny thing happened on the way to the poker game. Walking through the outskirts of the City I came across a bar where a patron was being loud. Drinking loudly, laughing loudly, talking shit loudly, and doing everything possible to call attention to himself. Whatever. It’s the City. Welcome to urban life.
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Dream Journal: 2012-12-18.01
I was playing poker with friends and acquaintances. A new style I had not seen before, so I was alternatively horrid and excellent at it. The dealer was patiently teaching me the sometimes conflicting rules. I spied a pattern and muttered if we were playing poker or playing tarrochi. The other players quickly spoke over…
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An Education
What does a lost explorer in a rainforest, an early morning at a diner, a shady general contractor, a wheelchair-bound teacher, and a sensory-challenged man have in common? Where Keri receives “An Education” in 3,229 words. And fails to understand the lesson.
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Dream Journal: 2012-12-15.02
The message I had sent earlier, but had completely blocked out of my memory, was returned to me this morning at my request. (Thank you!) A lot has happened since I had sent it. I had confronted uncomfortable truths about myself, and how I allowed myself to be chained in the first place. The frame…
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Dream Journal: 2012-12-15.01
There is a dagger at my throat. The blade is cold, dense, and hums with thick swirls of runic magic. There is a dagger at my throat, but it is only lying there. Just as I am only lying on a slab of worn granite. It feels familiar. The granite holds me horizontal. The dagger…
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Harvesting a Harvester
The dark dirt of the forest floor had become mud and was slowly creeping up my ankle. It had already covered my foot. “I see you.” My words were more mirth than warning. The creeping mud stopped. I watched a large area of dirt around me ripple. “Is that it? You’re not even going to…
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