Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths
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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…
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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…
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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.”
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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…
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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.
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Dream Journal: 2012-10-12.01
“I’m not ready.” “I know.”
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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…
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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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Dream Journal: 2012-10-10.01
My dreams were one part dead sleep, one part someone painting my face, one part Mother issues, and many parts indulgent and unrepentant snoring. No intrigue. No chess. No explorations. Just me lying at rest, while [redacted] hummed happily to himself drawing on my skin. “You are still not of my number. You never will…
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Dream Journal: Wrong Rules
One hand for the dealer. One hand for the host. One hand for the table. One hand for me. Five cards the dealer laid. Five cards the host kept. Five cards the table hid. Five cards for me. One hand busted the dealer. One hand disappointed the host. One hand flowed on the table. One…