Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths

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…

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…

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…

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.

I need a good night’s sleep to recover from last night’s sleep. Ever have two acquaintances that for whatever fuck all reasoning, stop talking directly to each other. And you get stuck as courier? “You tell him I said…” “Tell that bitch…”