Three Different Ways

Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths

  • 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…

  • Dream Journal: 2012-12-10.01

    I open my eyes to find myself on horseback. A black steed with loose hair, it was waiting for me to decide if I was going to remain on the ridge or not. Night was approaching. I was out alone. Better head back. I had gone hunting with bow and arrow, and had three light…

  • Dream Journal: 2012-12-09.01

    I’ve never been on this plain before. Grasses and the most gentle of rolling hills for as far as the eye can see. Far behind me is a mountain range, but I know it is too far to be anymore than eye candy. The grass is more brown than green and not many flowers remain.…

  • Ask Keri: Updates?

    A lurking Anon asked: “No dream updates lately? The ongoing ones like with Snake or the Boneyard and such.” Nothing for public view. Coffee?

  • Dream Journal: 2012-12-07.02

    “What.” “What… what?” “You keep pulling me back here. The fuck do you want?”

  • Dream Journal: 2012-12-07.01

    I have enough fragments to write the plot. But what fragments I have are not for public consumption. I feel a drive to fly some flags in the park. But what is written on them I will not explain. My neck is raw from where the lock rubbed against it. But I am too weak…

  • Dream Journal: 2012-12-05.02

    “Why do I have to do this?” I stood surrounded by pots of smouldering… stuff. Each pot holding a different substance, the smoke from them wrapping around me. “Because. You do.” She was waving a fan of feathers around me, making sure the smoke from each pot wafted through the feathers of my fledged form,…

  • Dream Journal: 2012-12-05.01

    Hey. Mountain terrace. Awesome. Fun times. Now that the seal is back, maybe I can put some of what I’ve learned into practice. I hear K* arrive and turn to greet kir.

  • Dream Journal: 2012-12-02.02

    “Baba? Are you okay?” The little hand on my knee brought me back to them. I held the weaving in my hands still, the unfinished netting held securely in my gnarled hands. “Baba?”

  • Dream Journal: 2012-12-02.01

    An atheist and a hard polytheist were having an argument. It started out with the atheist congratulating me for not having religious beliefs. He made this conclusion because I wore no religious symbols. I asked him to define “religion” and he started tearing into me for being a stupid cunt. He never did define religion.…