Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths
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Dream Journal: 2012-11-15.01
“I’m supposed to be behaving! You’re not making it easy!” I whispered and nudged the grinning man perched in the tree with me. The others with us silently giggled. “Yea, well, you shouldn’t have come with us, then!” He feigned offense but smiled with glee. He was dressed with renaissance flair. All of us were.…
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Dream Journal: 2012-11-14.01
“Are we going to fight about this?” Fifty feet of prepared muscles crossed over my legs and circled me. “No, Snake, we’re not. I’m too tired. It’s been a day.” As he moves, I rest a hand on him so his scales slide under my palm. Snake gently coiled around me on the pallet. “Good.”…
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Dream Journal: 2012-11-13.02
After leaving Thor, Sif, Loki, and [the boy], I thought that was the extent of my dreaming adventures last night. It wasn’t. A funny thing happened on the way back to the lair. I’ve spent the morning in thought, trying to reconstruct the clues left behind. I wasn’t going to say anything but the clues…
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Dream Journal: 2012-11-13.01
Heavy clouds clung to distant mountains and teased the ancient pines nearby. I stepped out of the thick forest into a fallow field. The season of wildflowers had ended. The season of seeds and fading glories were underway. The wind whipped around me but my leathers were made well. The cold of the Nine Worlds…
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Dream Journal: 2012-11-12.01
No Man sat on the jetty rocks with me. I teased him about getting his perfectly black suit imperfectly dirty. He stood to show me no dirt clung to him. The spray of the waves left no salt. The wind did not move a hair. No Man sat down, in perfect movement, in perfect silence.…
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Dream Journal: 2012-11-11.01
They plied me with exotic drinks and rich food. All carefully laced with hypnotic drugs in low doses, so that the stupor would come on gradually. Sweet fleshed women and well honed men lay beside me while I rested on the oiled body of my sculpted host. I was watched carefully. I had not eaten…
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Dream Journal: 2012-11-10.01
Third morning in a row. Third time waking up with the chorus on earworm status. Walk on the ocean Step on the stone Flesh becomes water Wood becomes bone
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Dream Journal: 2012-11-09.01
Snake was crouched at the fire in full regalia. He didn’t turn to face me as I approached from behind him. He spoke facing the fire. “You have a choice. You can remember, or you can get shit done.” Shit got done. -fin-
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Dream Journal: 2012-11-07.01
Puck babysat my ass last night. When I questioned why not Snake, he dropped that I wasn’t able to hear Snake clearly when I’m in this state of mind. I’ll admit, that bothered me. Greatly. “So… why you?” “Because if you go any further into Fucktitude Land, I’m to deliver you personally to Queen Mab.…
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Dream Journal: 2012-11-06.01
Three days ago, Horatio puppy-eyed me into allowing him to borrow the sealed and vacant trinkets. My conditions were the trinkets were to remain sealed AND empty AND return with nothing on them that wasn’t there when I allowed him to borrow them. He accepted. And noted as he started to depart his task would…
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