Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths
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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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Dream Journal: 2012-11-02.01
Remember a few weeks back (I think it was a few weeks), someone asked how time went in the Dreaming? Well…
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Night of Reckoning
90 days ago, August 3rd, was Audacious Day. If you played along, on that day you kicked open a door denied you. You challenged something that you felt held you back. You gripped the usurper that stole your throne. Today is November 1st. Tonight is the Night of Reckoning. If you charged the gates on…
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Dream Journal: 2012-11-01.02
I look behind me to see the lair is still there. The darkness is thick, but not so enveloping that I’ve lost all connection to other places. But I know, this is only because my body is still conscious. I am in two places at once.
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Dream Journal: 2012-11-01.01
My appearance has changed slowly these past several months. In a way, I am the most human I have ever been. In another way, I have become grotesque, a mockery of my physical flesh. But this is what I am. Under the skin. Under the blood. Under the adornments and the inconstant hair. What was…
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Spirit Journal: 2012-11-01.01
Scenes from my life played out in reverse. From the present, jumping in flashes of months and years, I saw threads in my hands. From the knitting I do now, to the crossstitch, to the embroidery, to the beaded bracelets, to the kid’s loom, to the fancy braids, I have always had threads in my…
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Dream Journal: 2012-10-31.03
Ke took what was left of kir clothes and ripped a thin length from it. Binding it across the cold eye sockets, ke asked if ke was still emanating kir emotions and power. “No, in fact, you’ve all but disappeared.” Ke nods. “Part of my sentencing, it would seem. Not only am I blinded, I…
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