Three Different Ways

Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths

  • 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…

  • Dream Journal: 2012-09-06.01

    “Memories, eh?” He held out a mug with freshly brewed coffee. I accepted with both hands and tried to move over to give him room on the stone that served as a bench just without the lair. Snake adjusted his gigantic body behind me so I would remain leaning against him.

  • Dream Journal: 2012-09-05.02

    Memories. That’s the only way I can describe them. Memories of the past, experienced as the future possible.

  • Dream Journal: 2012-09-05.01

    I pushed myself too far physically yesterday and was rewarded for my inattention with a series of small, annoying fits. I was reviewing y’all name suggestions to Top Hat Spider when he interrupted me. “Lie down. Now. Bed or floor, but lie down now.” Oh hey, memory skips. A minute here. A few seconds there.…

  • Ask Keri: Why Not Raven As A Totem?

    Anon inquired: “I know you keep emphasizing that Raven is not your totem. But from MY point of view, Raven is an important power to you. What happened in the Boneyard should show you that Raven has picked you for something. Why not skip Ravenwoman and go straight to Raven?” Short answer: Because I don’t…

  • Dream Journal: 2012-09-04.02

    Top Hat Spider eavesdropped on my screen again and noted I was reviewing lists of names again. “It really bothers you.” I answered quickly. “Yes.”

  • Dream Journal: 2012-09-04.01

    Top Hat Spider has been coaching Horatio. Well, fuck. ~mirth~ Seems THS has taken personal offense to Horatio’s “lack of propriety”, and has taken it upon himself to instruct the headstrong spirit the proper etiquette a manservant should have towards a master of a higher social class. Pink. I am tickled to such.

  • Dream Journal: 2012-09-03.01

    I intentionally avoided going to the Boneyard. Hung out at a safe place instead. Well… safe for me anyway. A visitor saw the still open wound on my cheek and removed the venom I did not know Ravenwoman had used. But to remove it, I had to let go of the notion that Ravenwoman was…

  • Dream Journal: 2012-09-02.02

    I offered Top Hat Spider a nom de plume. “Reginald?” He rejected it completely. “Ha! No.”

  • Ask Keri: Faux Snake?

    Anon inquired: “Did you ever figure out who Faux Snake was?”