Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths

  • Dream Journal: 2012-09-12.01

    Not surprisingly, I dreamed. Surprisingly, it was normal. Mundane, even. I didn’t wander the house. I never saw the lair. No otherworldly creatures stopped by for tea. I was viewing the inside of my own head.

  • Dream Journal: 2012-09-11.01

    “Dammit K*, I came here to rest, reminisce, and relax. This was my ceremonial circle before the Rummer blew it away. I have no fight in me today.” “Before you practiced ceremonial magic, I placed the seal for you to do so. Before I placed the seal, I formed the terrace. Before I formed the…

  • Ask Keri: Return to the Boneyard?

    Anon inquired: “Now that you have your own corner of the Boneyard, have you been back on your own?”

  • Dream Journal: 2012-09-10.01

    Top Hat Spider has been reviewing the nom de plumes everyone has suggested. Some made him chuckle. Some made him grump. But he settled on one and informed me last night. “‘Nathaniel’ would suit me. Yes, ‘Nathaniel’ would be a pleasant name to refer to me by.”

  • Ask Keri: Snake4Totem2012?

    Anon said with a straight face: “Since you are adamant that the Raven isn’t your Totem, that still leaves Snake as a possibility for totem status, no?”

  • Ask Keri: Ravens, Totems, and Ravenwoman?

    Anon said: “You have your own corner of the Boneyard now. Ravenwoman can’t block you anymore. Which means it’s not her Boneyard. If the ravens are not your totem, then what are they to you? And what is Ravenwoman then? Sorry if I put too many questions together, but your dream stories are fascinating and…

  • Dream Journal: 2012-09-09.01

    Was sent to run a message from an outpost to a base. Okay. Simple enough message, reads more like a shopping list than military missive. But a civilian (me) is courier, this is coded. Whatever. Not my business.

  • Boneyard Mysteries

    I wipe my hands to prepare to call the Purging Fire when I note I have become bloodsoaked from the fresh bones. My hands, arms, and body from chest down, is covered in never-drying blood. That’s okay. I know what to do. 1,859 words

  • Dream Journal: 2012-09-08.01

    My joints ache that distinctive way informing me I had some wrenching fits in my sleep again. Not too long ago judging by the nail imprints still sore in my palm. Whatever. I dreamed… a scenario. Something that really could happen in the Waking. There was nothing to tell me it was a dream. Nothing…

  • In The Hall Of The Goblin King

    “Yea, I’m sober. And the ripples bother me less than a stubbed toe. Not a problem. What gives?” He stops tapping the envelope and hands it to me without a word. Elaborate decorations covers the exterior. Inside is a handwritten note written in a language I can not read. But I can feel the impetus…

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