Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths
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Contradictions
“Because you’ve become someone distinct to me. Maybe I’ve gotten used to you. I’m certainly not afraid of you anymore.” The burdens were gone and a sudden tiredness was pulling me deeper. “Because there’s ‘Ravenwoman’ the role, and ‘Ravenwoman’ the person. And even though you’re still quite the snide bitch, you’re not that bad a…
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Dream Journal: 2012-10-25.01
The letter to the Envoy was short and sweet and many more words than what I left for others in the wake of the letter-borne attack at the Condo.
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Dream Journal: 2012-10-24.01
“Usually I have to drag you kicking and screaming to try something new.” Snake crouched behind the fire. “You realize once it starts, you won’t remember anything that follows.”
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Dream Journal: 2012-10-23.01
The Nightmare grabbed me from behind and pulled me into an inky darkness. Whispering violent promises of brutal acts on my body and mind, with its free hand it kept clawing into my side just hard enough to leave marks. I said nothing.
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Dream Journal: 2012-10-22.01
Waved good night to the house. Gave HIC his goodnight hug. Exchanged pleasantries with Sir Nathaniel and bid him a good night. Told Horatio to behave and not prank anyone. Intended to camp out at the lair and work on a few things. Next I know, the room is stuffed. I open my eyes to…
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Dream Journal: 2012-10-20.01
I’ve tried four times to document the fashion show I attended. Hats and wraps and coats, oh my! But the moment I get into specifics about any of the garments, even those that I have made in the Waking, my hands shut down. Guess this time you’ll have to take my word for it. It…
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Dream Journal: 2012-10-19.02
My dreamscape is changing. I know what precipitated it. I don’t know why now. The worlds I’ve blogged about are still there, the City, the lair, the Nine Worlds, and the Necropolis. This is not a replacement, it is a revealing. It’s also damn near impossible for me to describe in words, but my (lack…
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Behind The Worlds
I take a step. Ripples extend from my foot as if I stepped into water. The ripples grow and snap the ground apart. Springing from the sudden wounds in the earth are large creatures. A chimeric mix of frog, wolf, and eagle, they surround me on all sides. Armored with the same vivid purple color…
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Dream Journal: 2012-10-19.01
I let the nightmare play out despite being fully lucid. I know the script well. I am not ashamed to see where I am weak. When the fear didn’t cripple me, the dream couldn’t follow through and the stage dressing fell down.
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Ask Keri: You’re Full of Shit
An attentive Anon called my ass out by saying (in two asks): “Your description of your Nightmare Mode is bullshit. You would never publicly detail something that make your knees shake, much less give those witches with a grudge against you a weapon like that. / What you described as Nightmare Mode is bait for…
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