Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths
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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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Dream Journal: 2012-11-05.01
I think I just got drawn into a snit-fit between a Queen of Winter Ice and the North Wind. The Ice Queen bid me to deliver a clear black diamond to the North Wind. Which I did. The North Wind was not happy to receive it. But she’s (really, its personification… North Wind is genderless…
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Dream Journal: 2012-11-04.02
This is a personal dream. All in my head. Didn’t go a-walking after the campfire scene. I keep trying to dismiss it, because it is personal issues, but it won’t fucking leave me. It’s not enough to just type it up and lock it away in a personal file. It demands to be on display. It…
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Dream Journal: 2012-11-04.01
“Why are you crying?” “I don’t know.” “Happy tears?” “Oh yes. Quite happy. Relieved, even.” “So why the waterworks?” “Because it’s over, and I have come through.” “Come through … what?” “I don’t know. I don’t remember. Only that I was in pieces and each part of me was examined. And the sum of the…
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Dream Journal: 2012-11-03.01
Once I’ve been to a place, I can return at will. Provided the guardians of that place allows. Seems those that guard the river under the crossroads like me, as I and Horatio was allowed to enter that realm without challenge. I had a promise to keep, a gift for a friend. I was supposed…
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