Three Different Ways

Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths

  • Dream Journal: 2012-10-18.01

    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…”

  • Dream Journal: 2012-10-17.01

    Coffee… Such ambrosia… I didn’t go far last night. Had to reassure Head In Chest and Sir Nathaniel. Sir Nathaniel actually dropped his top hat in surprise when he saw my discombobulated date. So I spent half the night in nightmare mode, holding HIC’s hand. No matter what state I’m in, I still know friend from…

  • Dream Journal: 2012-10-16.01

    Last night I learned two very important things. When I let an emotion take the lead, I am very one-track minded and that focus taps into power I didn’t know I have. Snake is a bad-ass motherfucker that has been holding back all this time. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to restore my…

  • Dream Journal: 2012-10-14.02

    I knelt under the boughs of the Tree of Everything and leaned over the water caught in a knots of intertwined roots. Across the well, the haggard man who brought me here kept his hat over his face so not to distract me even as he paid close attention to what came up from the…

  • Dream Journal: 2012-10-14.01

    I’m not that good a chess player. It takes repeated whacks with the clue bat before I start to follow the trail. I’m also still quite naive as fuck and often don’t remember the universal law of dealing with sentients. “Everyone is hiding something.”

  • Dream Journal: 2012-10-13.02

    Up too damn early for a Saturday. Went back to bed to steal a moment more of sleep. I’m walking around a crowded place. So many people. Whispers and murmurs fill the spaces in between. Bright colors clash against the smothering grey of enveloping shadows. Everyone is adorned for Los Dios De Los Muertos. Including…

  • Dream Journal: 2012-10-13.01

    I went back. He was waiting, along with the piece of me I left behind. Things didn’t go as I expected them to. Things went as they were supposed to. I hear thunder in the distance. It reminds me of deep chuckling. It reminds me there is always a time to laugh.

  • Dream Journal: 2012-10-12.01

    “I’m not ready.” “I know.”

  • Dream Journal: 2012-10-11.01

    Ah. Home. I don’t have any work to do tonight, so the briefcase can sit by the door. It’s good to be home. The click of the self-locking door behind me is so comforting. So why am I not at ease? And why is everything in shades of sepia when I know the decor is…

  • Dream Journal: 2012-10-10.02

    It was supposed to be a daydream. A real, honestly made, 115% distilled fantasy with no connection to any dreams, entities, or obligations. Just me, my ego, and enough background music to keep me from falling fully asleep. I wasn’t supposed to leave my head. And so it went. Until I looked up and saw…

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