Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths
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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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Dream Journal: 2012-10-31.02
“So. What do you think?” He held up the concept sketch before me. He was very proud of his work. On the 11”x17” paper was what looked like a proposal for a zombie butler costume. He pointed out various details happily. My scowl only deepened.
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Dream Journal: 2012-10-31.01
She had a temper tantrum and threw the pieces of my identity into the river. When she was done, she reached to throw me in after.
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The Exile’s Welcome
I do not understand the words. You speak in syllables beyond the ken of this shattered mortal mind. I do not understand the words. But I understand the pain and anguish that shakes the timbre and foul the perfect pitch of your crying.
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Dream Journal: 2012-10-30.01
Last night I got too close to something and was flooded by its anguish, pain, betrayal, and regret. It took me a while to realize the emotions were not mine, but even after that, the source was so strong and close, I couldn’t block it out. It knew I was affected. I felt its sorrow…
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Dream Journal: 2012-10-29.02
I was wandering the streets of a neglected city. I knew I wasn’t at The City, but that I was wandering the shadows of a physical town somewhere. I heard a crying, a muffled whimpering, and it was drawing me through the blinded streets. Dawn and dusk at the same time, I walked freely in…
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Dream Journal: 2012-10-29.01
“Did you bring rum?” The Rummer’s voice brought my attention full to the fire. The prairie scrub around us was dry and brittle. The slightest movement raised puffs of dust. I never tried ‘bringing’ a bottle. I called to mind one of my favorites, a strong dark rum with a distinctive bottle. I closed my…
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Ask Keri: What Are You Talking About?
A “not rude at all” Anon asked: “I get lost in your blog posts for hours but I must admit I thought I’d pick it up by now and have not – what exactly are you talking about? That seems so much ruder than I intend, honestly your blog is one of my favourites but…
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Spirit Journal: 2012-10-28.01
Been bouncing back and forth all day if to write this up. It’s not anywhere near as entertaining dramatic as the other two dreams, but it marks a shift in the house dynamics. The Bastards in the attic got on my Last Nerve last night. I don’t remember clearly what set me off, only that…
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Dream Journal: 2012-10-28.01
The elders, bishops, and Head Bastards In Charge of the multitude of missionaries I had pissed off over the years by refusing their “advances” at my door descended upon my house. They banged the door, rang the bell, and loudly demanded I present myself to answer for the evils I have foisted upon their humble…