Three Different Ways

Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths

  • Dream Journal: 2012-09-22.01

    I fell asleep in my bed, and woke up on Snake’s back. He was moving through an old forest. One I used to come to often. When she went away, the season finally changed, and the cold rains began. It’s been raining here for four human years. The rain didn’t bother me. Knowing I would…

  • Ask Keri: Longest Dream Life

    Fast reading & typing Anon asked: “What’s the most complete life you have lived in a dream?”

  • Grace Within Fire

    Who would think dreaming of a remote, self-sufficient colony would be so much damn work. We were all brought in for one or two specialties. Most of us wound up becoming jacks of all the trades. But it worked, the colony was able to continue on despite the dwindling amount of supplies from our mother…

  • Ask Keri: Could Dance If You Want To?

    Anon asked curiously: “The dances you do in your dreams sound more real than dream. Could you dance them in real life? If you could, would you record it?”

  • Dream Journal: 2012-09-19.03

    Headaches! Yay! (fuuuu) Too little sleep, too little eats, too few breaks, and one demanding & easily insulted person at the house meant Keri had a headache and needed a nap. So I kissed the kid, and patted the spirit, and waved “fuck all” to the world and laid down for a nap. “Where are…

  • Dream Journal: 2012-09-19.02

    There was a second dream, where I was trapped in a different world in the form of a sentient, talking snake. I did not remember being human before and was lonely being the only sentient animal in the forest. A group of adventurers came through. They were looking for me as I had knowledge of…

  • Dream Journal: 2012-09-19.01

    I became aware towards the end of the dream, but not lucid. I remember it started out with my half-sister finding a large something in her new home. She asked me to check it out. A circular piece of rusted iron with hard to see figures and inscriptions. It reeked of magic.

  • Dream Journal: 2012-09-18.01

    Sleep debt caught up with me in mid tumblr conversation. I don’t know when I went from chair to bed. I don’t remember changing clothes. I only remember I slept. When I opened my eyes, I found myself being warned not to spill the tea on myself. It was a little thimble cup I was…

  • Dream Journal: 2012-09-17.01

    Early start. Early post. Hand over the coffee and I’ll let the world continue another day.

  • Dream Journal: 2012-09-14.01

    I didn’t know I was dreaming. There were no initial tells to let me know I was still in bed. As I walked down the hall, the sunlight streamed through open windows, the breeze played around my legs, and I saw my parents in the kitchen with all the lights on. It’s a normal lazy…

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