Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths
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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?”
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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.…
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Dream Journal: 2012-12-01.01
A lazy dream of playing cards at the park. Belle, Kanna, myself, and a person I can’t remember. Belle’s amethysts were a sparkling contrast to the shifting shadows across from her. Kanna’s fanciful rat kept watch from her shoulder, sneezing when Kanna played a card that broke our trick. In plain sight, we played our…
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A Mouth Full
“I will not surrender! I did not surrender to those dogs in Germany, and I will not surrender to whatever demon you are! I am a good Christian man, fully baptized and sealed from your unholy powers! I may be dead, but I am not yours!” Those watching fell silent as Nathan made his verbal…
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Dream Journal: 2012-11-30.02
My first attempt to go to the Boneyard today was to have a certain thing purged from me, if possible. There is… baggage… that I do not feel strong enough to carry anymore. Not after this morning’s bullshit. I wound up in a contrived scenario, a daydream, but it wasn’t mine. It felt like mine,…
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Dream Journal: 2012-11-30.01
The long week caught up with me and I dropped into deep sleep at once. When I finally did come up for dreams, I found myself working at a coffee bar in a hospital. There were rumors of the world ending but we didn’t have time to debunk them. Business was booming and customers were…
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Dream Journal: 2012-11-29.01
K* was waiting at the mountain terrace. “Remember what was here?” I did. “Remember what never left.” I understood.
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Dream Journal: 2012-11-28.02
So, what was so pressing that I let Nathaniel slide another day? You can take the girl out of the service, but you can’t take the service out of the girl. I had a delivery to make. I was amused to find I still had a certain uniform for Courier mode. But with the uniform…
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Dream Journal: 2012-11-28.01
Sir Nathaniel tried to gloat last night. I didn’t hear a single word he said. Instead, I noted his spider body legs had changed in color. From the beginning, his tarantula legs has been a vividly intense orange. (His decapitated head is the spider “body” he hides under the top hat.) When he returned, his…
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Dream Journal: 2012-11-27.01
My dog is scheduled to be put down today. It’s been awhile coming but the dog’s legal owner couldn’t face it until now. I’m prepared. And breathing a sigh of relief he will no longer be in pain. Sir Nathaniel came home last night. “Now you’ll know what it is to be abandoned.”