Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths
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Dream Journal: 2012-11-24.01
Went to the lair, put the coffee on, brought some pan de leche to go with, sat down with a stack of papers and began figuring some stuff out. Opened my eyes to find myself slumped over the table where I had fallen asleep. Two stacks of papers, one labeled “Incomplete”, the other labeled “Deploy…
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Dream Journal: 2012-11-23.01
There is a difference between remembering and reliving. The house taught that to me this morning. Benefé (aka Jack aka Head In Chest) would be there when I wake up in the morning. He would often hold my hand in comfort before I ran off for the day. I remembered the experience vividly. But I did…
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Dream Journal: 2012-11-22.01
I had a meltdown this morning. The holidays are painful for me. Today is Day One of Thirty Five days of begging for death. The day started off with a fantastic start, being reminded my mother wanted to kill me when I was born. Wrong color. Wrong gender. Among other things. (Today is not my…
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It’s Bad
“Bad” I said, for bad it is. ‘Tis plain for all to see. While others stood and hemmed and hawwed, I stood and left it be. “Bad” They said, for bad it is. There is no room for doubt. While they backed away from it, not sure what it’s about. “Bad” They said, and left…
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Dream Journal: 2012-11-21.01
Jack is remembering more and more of himself. His memories flash over me when he touches me. His appearance has shifted from the corpse-gray Blemmey, to the young blond boy of Sir Nathaniel’s desires, to the emaciated black youth that died in the doctor’s tent. The hunger never changes though. He is always hungry.
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Dream Journal: 2012-11-20.01
The trembling shook every joint until his body sounded like a pile of sticks being tossed into a forgotten corner. But he was already in the corner. And all but forgotten. But he would remember him, right? He tried to call for him but only a plaintive whine came forth. He was too wracked to…
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Dream Journal: 2012-11-19.01
Shower time! ~singing~ Gonna wash that filth right outta my hair! Ah… Hot water on full blast. Peppermint oil soap. Spiders on the curtains. And the walls. And the ceiling. Awesome. S’up guys?
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Dream Journal: 2012-11-18.01
Now that it’s morning… Have a meeting with one guy, about another guy, and hope I don’t get drunk under the table. (Again.) Scheduled for today. Have a carriage waiting for me. Thought I’d make that appointment last night. Got sent on a different errand instead. The requester is patient, thankfully, as is her messenger.…
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Under The Sea
The mermaid (I think) peeled the tattooed flesh off the remains of the spelunking treasure hunter. One last pause to offer me again. I just smiled and waved her on. She sloppily licked the dripping blood then settled into chewing her favorite part of human anatomy. Eating chicken thighs is going to be interesting when…
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Magic Journal: 2012-11-15.01
Pulling free the warp. Rethreading the weft. Untangling the knots while keeping the tension tight. Three to the right. One to the left.
Got any book recommendations?